Floating through space, waiting. Abiding, if you will. Awaiting the proper time when they will devour all but the faithful, who will mount the little saddle on their back and ride them back off through space and into the cosmos. Why? Do they owe you money?
Floating through space, waiting. Abiding, if you will. Awaiting the proper time when they will devour all but the faithful, who will mount the little saddle on their back and ride them back off through space and into the cosmos. Why? Do they owe you money?