ZERON SUNS DYING. The burning goes on and on, endlessly churning.  The ferrous planet, molten, the carbon long since burnt away - light years away, the Zeronians having travelled via dark matter drive, watch forlornly the light show as it arrives from the galaxy they left all those years ago.  The Beast of Vardon inhabits the very heart of the blaze, a sign of our terrible greed, and all our woe.
The Faranaxians, also having left, show no signs of unhappiness.  They have fitted in, and they laugh and sing like humanons.  Firdar the feline is sleeping. Rain will come soon to Misty Moutain…Lord Flargwar has a new emblem to pin to his lapel.  Zygonam is feeling the cold; winter is cold for a fish. Vashi has almost finished her tasks…this one is for her.

ZERON SUNS DYING. The burning goes on and on, endlessly churning.  The ferrous planet, molten, the carbon long since burnt away - light years away, the Zeronians having travelled via dark matter drive, watch forlornly the light show as it arrives from the galaxy they left all those years ago.  The Beast of Vardon inhabits the very heart of the blaze, a sign of our terrible greed, and all our woe.

The Faranaxians, also having left, show no signs of unhappiness.  They have fitted in, and they laugh and sing like humanons.  Firdar the feline is sleeping. Rain will come soon to Misty Moutain…Lord Flargwar has a new emblem to pin to his lapel.  Zygonam is feeling the cold; winter is cold for a fish. Vashi has almost finished her tasks…this one is for her.