“Our brethren above trample blindly forward, moving without the guidance of the spirits before whom they once knelt. Impatient, they hurry to carve for themselves a new world, one of distinctly human ambition. I fear that if we do not rise to face the age being built above us, it will descend to our depths in its own time. And when it does, gone will be our chance to dictate the terms of its arrival.”
-Tholses Murrhon