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Mining the shadows of the moon

Testing the limits of man's design

Desperate to acquire that most precious resource

Only off-world is the last vestige unsoiled

Stuttering machines pierce the barren rock

Extracting elixir from the depths

The shadows yield their frozen primordial cache

The transient force that flows through us all

The purity of our essence

Worth more than oil, more than gold, more than bombs

The source of life itself

A silent veil of plasma rains unannounced from above

The angry eye churns forth a wave of death like no weapon ever seen

The vengeful star blots out the fragile forms

In one lonely gasp, the blood no longer flows

The machine grinds to a halt

The fountain of salvation dries into dust