I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes
They left our planets long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home, to tear the Temples down
Home, to change

.Shi : Arcane w Hair @ Uber
[sYs] FATALE bodysuit (Maitreya body) – black @ Tres Chic
[sYs] FATALE kneepad (Maitreya body) – black @ Tres Chic
[sYs] WAACK heels (Maitreya body with HUD)