It lives.
It thinks. It breathes. It sheds its skin.
It watches. It consumes.
It craves...
Us, for her.
Then its slumber will wrack onward.
We are not the first; we are not the last.
We are but an express course.
It frothes at the mouth.
To take us in.
To make us one.
This planet.
This God of War.
This Mars.
One into all, Queen Mab's will.
The sand shifts. The water runs.
Phantoms of yore beckon the curious.
Hands of the past reach to us.
Voices of memories, and of yearning.
A scale tips and we're on the brink.
To take us in.
To make us one.
This planet.
This God of War.
This Mars.
One into all, Queen Mab's dream.
