- A single orb spins silently through a never-ending night, its barren,
arctic surface marked only by a few frosted outcroppings to distinguish
the continents from the glacial seas. Deep within the planet's core, half-molten
rocks grind slowly as what little heat remains within the cold, dead world
gradually dissipates through the passing ages. The cold closes in...
- Some spirit, essence of the lifeless rock longs for the light of a
sun it once knew in some long-distant past and needs, demands to know again
in the future. Every shred, every fiber, every atom of the icy planetoid
keens for the warmth and radiance of that star to once more shower upon
its frozen lands, to melt its oceans, to light its skies, to bring it life!
- Cold and alone, the tiny orb spins in the empty darkness of a universe
that does not care, and waits...