Nimbus tinted brilliant crystalline
Heuristic consequence
Cosmos provides no reassurance
Guilt preserved in amber
Cursed, we gather in pools of moonlight,
Awaiting conviction
Questing, our eyes turn skyward bound,
To watch our kin arrive
The thousands descend - Starfarers
In ships iron wrought
They come to reclaim - Asheran
They come to despoil
Nimbus once tinted brilliant crystalline,
Now vanished, is this real?
We fight over roots that we once shared
We fight for the return of our past
Strike down those who refute ancient claims, our rightful home
No refuge in logic, no refuge in through
Bonding conventions, don't forge on tainted ground
Rising upwards, spinning outwards

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