Great, thank you! :)
But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow.
Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities.
You see these eyes? They're old eyes...
I don’t know what we’re doing, I don’t know what we’ve done
but the fire is coming, so I think we should run