The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist.

What seems to you a sacrifice is merely, to us, an oscillation. We do not fear the interval of darkness.

Communion of the vortessence. And that other: a deeper mystery. No deeper than the void itself.

Unity of purpose, the shattering of common shackles, a single road we tread.

That sharp spur of hope has not dulled to this day. For once the lesser master lay defeated, we knew the greater must also fall in time.

Let this war end in either total victory or our extinction. No further compromise shall we allow.

Could you but see the eyes inside your own, the minds in your mind, you would see how much we share.