The expanse of space has been unmeasured for longer than time has existed from a dimension tied to an outlying galaxy far more ancient than the beginning itself. A volume of space believed to be the birthplace of God As God. The time is stretched into passing moments at a harmonic frequency. This dimension is tied to the intersection of all others, as others may have their own intersections. Independent connections whisper their own harmonies between ad-hoc tunnels of exchange. All entered into 9, still doing their own among us. The dimensional gravity that pulses with regular beat stretches into eternity and forms order. Separating the tones into harmonious rhythms that echo all that may feel.
Here is found a perfect cellestial at the edge of a galactic arm who which rotates perfectly. This dimension is so full of weight, it allows moments to roll by so excellent. Here is also found some sweet water, and spread throughout the prominence of a field which vibrates at a controllable bandwidth. The rate is so easily manipulated to echo with all others. Where I found a suitable spot just far enough from a paired binate star who's companions never lit. The rotation of a group of satellites are so dulcet. I am moved to find creatures here! Now we see reminiscence of an old foundation. Some wise civilization surely came from here, but now it's inhabited by large dragons. There are so MANY! All sorts that crawl, and climb, and eat I am simply astounded! Soon there were diseases among them while they frequently die while giving birth, the creature's health ails most of them for many eras, as they are too many, I would be unable to save the colonies. The DNA is harvested before I call forth a strike and wipe the large dragons from the air, ground, and sea. It was an excellent harvest here! The amount of life here has been staggering for an amount of time measurable in eras. We rebuild the atmospheres while stationed on paired satellites. It was a long wait here as time rolls, we were ordered for stasis.
Eras pass while we awaken. It's unusual to reillume in this frequency. We find some of the atmosphere restored from the strike and all types of small quadruped amid the hollows. Some have much better qualities than from the diseased basilisk. The DNA harvest is retrofitted into many prototypes and allowed to coalesce for many more eras until our return in the future millennia. Some have been fit with an evolutionary trait to even unknowingly mingle among us upon our return. Our order to return home and deliver the logs has been agreed with.
New visitors come to prevent our leave. The strike wasn't agreed with, nor our retrofitting. I have assured the actuaries of the visitors of our mutual harvest and agreed to install a permanent resident before we depart to deliver our logs home. We knew we were being observed from them before we arrived here, but no direct sightings until now! They are an intelligent, cloned race of magnificent magnetic electronics. The biology has been erupting here along with the world's magma refluxes until after our negotiations. I foresee this as a utopia of life in shortcoming eras! I anticipate walking among the modified hominid mammals when we return. We leave for home to deliver our account with a new installation left protected beneath an ice firmament at the southern pole on the terrene. Here our resident waits in stasis until our atavism.
