As the prawnic dust settles into the geothermic engineered clouds, almost- snow pours down the grid of the matrix calmly.
Its translucent desires worn away from the previous life, another time with no sun and limitations placed upon its divine nature.
It has no plan for the future because it has been placed in the hands of a greater story, one that will be remembered by the souls forever.
A great transcendence relative to its own understanding brought upon by the ignorance of the masses, but manipulated by winds so strong
It carries what I though was mine hat away...
