Reignite - Promethea

The slowly imploding borders of an ancient empire, lights flickering in a vast array of circuitry, a battered starship adrift in the inky void- our Church. Yet, though the titaness is harried, old, and worn down, shrinking, ridiculed, belittled, and cursed, She is still strong... A network of vast potential, seemingly obsolete and crumbling, could bloom again with the radiance of a thousand suns. Break the yoke of lethargy. Dust off the great gears. Blow a spark back into her heart- and shall we not soon see a great white flame roiling out of the darkness as the sullied bride bathes once again in holy fire! 1 October 2024 written ~9:40-9:51 PM CST