The Cycle 1: Proto

Dark Matters burn; a new age will beckon Ancient plans turn; with creaking tendons providence a blight, hidden in questions. Made of the aether; not of the heavens. Coalescing tangles and connections makes. Spinning an eon; the darkness breaks Shadows cast in the gleaming wakes. Gravity pulls into endless space. Eruptive remnants of eons past a common core of bonded ash come together to form, at last, a brand new cycle from circling gas.