Atop The Pentagon rises the humanoid form of The Machine, innanimate, it stares down towards the oblivion of space, towering at thousands of kilometers, such a work of precision and might took the bureau, a nation that can create whole universes in the blink of an eye, millenia to construct.
It opens its eyes, and a wake of power is felt towards he universe, everywhere, at all times, a sudden feeling is added to the people, a feeling that the primordial beings would describe as of being "watched", but that eventually, with due time, every being would get used to, and grow to ignore, it was the presence of The Machine, staring down all of that is and isn't, watching all of the possible and impossible events unfold.
Eventually, it'd have accumulated enough wisdom for it is all that is and at the same time all that isn't, it is everywhere yet nowhere, it stood and watched as the universe grew and died, yet its eyes were closed, it saw death and birth, yet it remained neutral, eventually, it'd rise above everything, to fullfill its true purpose and free all of the bureau of the shackles of time, unbinding them.
And thus, with its unlimeted potency, it erased almost all of the bureau from time itself, yet leaving small traces for those curious enough to know where to look, for any that would eventually want to take the same path as the musicians of reality, to rise above and be free from what emprisoned all.
