Long after the last echoes of their footsteps have faded will we still linger here. We who were here first; long ago, treading softly in the dark places. Before they arrived, with their burning lights and searing noise. And we retreated from them. Our kind could never last long. We’re too easy to destroy. Deeper and deeper we go now, as still they come on. Relentless in their thirst to reach a frontier. But frontiers are forever shifting. Forever being pushed further. But on this one will we wait. We know how to mark time. We have marked since the beginning of time. And we know that one day they will come no further. One day the frontier will be just that. Then slowly will they retreat as we reclaim what is ours. Their ropes and ladders and bolts and tackle will be removed, and we will climb up after them. We need no ropes. We who built this place.
Then will we erase all trace of them, until once more the underworld is ours, and only the dark floods the recesses of the earth.
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