[Opening Transmission] They arrived through the gridlines. They said the body was obsolete. The name won’t be spoken until the stars crack open. They arrived through the gridlines. One by one. The whole fleet came behind. White fire rains above. We’ve heard stories— of the dark ones, in the day of the light they will resist. Forced to flee in fear. Underground cities of light still rest beneath us. They cut out my eyes so I can’t see. But I still feel the sun through my teeth. I’ll cut out my heart if I must. But they will never take the heart out of me.
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