We advance through the calginous narrow alley ways of these mountainous pyramids to collect their symetrical souls. The rabbit moon is sympathetic to our plight of apperception, and mercenaries will not block the flight of my stylet.
Our projected pulsing toned coordinants bring us to the palace of deceit. Our weapons shall cause heaven to rain fire here.
The carrier patiently waits upon a thermal lift due east.
