Too many suns in a splintered sky. Don't shield your eyes, let em burn you alive.

Gaze on Colossus, a desolate prize. It'll live beyond you, and the spreading fires.

Bury your fear. (Extend your mangled hand.)

Shadow draws near. (Courage like a cloak.)

Stare it in the eye. (Don't blink when it stares back.)

Old legend tells of a soldier who died saving his love and their unborn child.

Watched by Colossus, frozen in time, their tale lives beyond us- what will we leave behind?

And yet the fear takes root in the naked soul. Sand, and sky, and big birds with wings as wide

as the sky, gaze down and watch, and wait for each of us to die.