"A steady rising, ever so valient. Trying epics stream closer together, in a vie for the champion, the head of the letter. The getters get better, while the better get cheddar, levers and draped coats ice white with floors overheading.
"Our plans have worked," they will say then. "We know now their secret, their wealth within."
"But what can we do with it," says a platinum tongued one, his callous eyes dark with concern. "We cannot crush them regardless, their hearts allowing nothing of ours. If we do not find or create a way, we have given ourselves nothing in our thirst for control, our lust for supremecy. They are far greater than our powers could handle, and this fear trembles me."
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