We live in the shadow of the craft, safe from the scorch of the sun, beneath its cool crimson. The old ones tell the young ones of the Arrival.
They recount the coming of the craft and the splitting of the skies. They relay the death and destruction that followed its impact with the Earth, the Reckoning.
They share the prophecy of the sleeping gods that lay within the belly of their protector, they call them the Gods of the Shield. The old ones tell the young to prepare for the Awakening.
For surely, this was why we have survived.