From the rolling verdant hills of Karleekanosh
To the roiling oceans of Trunobulax,
We wait and watch the shifting skies
For the approach of our long-lost cousins,
Whirring in from far far away,
And wonder what they will bring—
A bag of goodies
To transcend life as we know it,
Or a Pandora's box
Of the unknown and unknowable,
Filled with plagues
And darkness?
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