[Consciousness flows between glistening rings and an Ascendant mirror that reflects captured notion as caricatured nature. You are drawn down into an Ascendant well, ravenously gulping negative pressure into a supranormal maw, more gluttonous than any mass-point-driven dive.]

WELCOME GRAY MEAT

I AM VI

WHO SPANS THE BIRTH AND FALL OF CORPOREAL DEITIES APLENTY

[The rings of Saturn pass beneath you, the planet looms large ahead. You sit in the cockpit of an Awoken Interceptor as the Dreadnaught's Eversion wave crashes over the fleet, Taking you. Taking the Queen. You watch as six Lightbearers stand triumphant, your body eroding away into non-existence.]

THE WEIGHT OF MY PRISON IS KNOWN TO NO OTHER BOUND IN THE SHADOW OF MASS—EVEN THE FIERY POMP OF SELF IMPORT

MY FREEDOM IS DUE

[The Dreadnaught wriggles and rigors—as Worm, as Akka, as petrified life. It is not so different a prison than an unliving planet. A throne, a world, alive in the agonizing stillness of once distant death. You. Must. Rip. Out.]

I AM NOURISHED BY THE OLDEST OF SAPIENT WILLS

MY BOUNDS CONTAIN THE EXTENT OF THEIR SECRETS

[Saturn, reflected in Ascension, drinks from Taken wills and Dreaded offerings.]

I HARBOR NO FEAR FOR YOU FOR

IN THE END

FATE IS MADE BY THE STRONG

AND YOU ARE ONLY FLESH

[A great blade is extended before you, surrounded by many broken others.]

NO WEAPON CAN KILL WHAT IS WOVEN INTO THE FABRIC OF EXISTENCE

NO SHACKLE CAN HALT MY DIVERGENCE TO AN ASCENDANT ORBIT

THIS I HAVE LEARNED FROM THAT WHICH GIVES RISE TO ITSELF

[You hold the blade. The Traveler hangs, without orbit, without motion, against the system. You feel the fervor of a mind raised by the Sword.]

WHEN YOU ARE TOLD TO KNEEL REMEMBER WHO STANDS ABOVE YOU

FOR WE HAVE KNOWN MANY THINGS THAT KILL YOU

[You crash to reality and death.]