Captain:Anun-sedim/Cunning

Listen -- Some of us survived, you know, else you wouldn't hear this song. Some of us survived, you know, and we intend to stay. All the rest of us and them, who heard that sour note-- Outside time and outside space, never more and never were-- Who can hear their song from there? Out here they're only whispers. They buzz and hiss into our ears, phantoms without form. We survivors, we lucky few, we'd hardly fill a choir. Half of us were halfway mad, the other half were ailing. Without our Song, without our Gods, our might is sadly dwindled. But dwindled is not gone. Our voices still remain. We may be weak, we may be starved, but even so... our power's still quite dreadful. In the aftermath we gathered to determine what to do. Seeing what that sour note had made of our dominion: walking worlds reversed anew, free of thinking life, sailing stars made young again by ten thousand years or more. Under yellow skies and desert sand our survivors came together. We cannot die (we do not live) -- we did not want for time, So we sat around and thought a lot until we made a plan: Beyond this wheel of stars there spin some other wheels besides. On each wheel lives life aplenty, surely we can use them? For in our past, in deep hot time, we ourselves were mortals once. And perhaps, and given time, we can make others like us. But not like us, no, not replacements we'll replace them, you see Ensconcing minds in strong new bodies We'll pull our brethren free! From never more and never were -- We'll be back. Take it from me.