The Mausoleum of Modulated Madness
A Return Party Hastily Assembled
Blades Clashing in the Distance
Blood Pooling in the Sand, the Ship Floats Empty, Calling Out It's Warning Song
Leaving Home, for the Promise of Something More
Lost in the Misty Walkways, Hoofbeats but No Riders
Night Raiders in the Sunken Land
Nothing Stirs As We Make Ground, Pale Dust Rising from Our Footsteps
Octolinear Satellite Calibration
Riddles of the Ghostly Wayfayer
Sailing Against Solar Winds, Our Captain Holds Fast
Settling in to the Repetition of Dreams
Spirit Guardians Charge, Scattering Us
Squabbling Over Illusions or Spoils
The Captain Leads Us Forward, Promises on His Tongue, Laser Pistol in Hand
The Crew Knew All Along, the Stars Were Out of Position
The Long Night Starts and Never Ends, We Learn to Live by Starlight
Time Passing without Gravity, Shapes the Mind and Body, Weary with Anticipation
Treasure Found, too Much to Hold
Under Veil of Night, Our Boat Lifts from the River, Skyward
We Approach the Asteroid with Caution, Catapults at the Ready