:rip:
These things tend to be cyclical. I wouldn't say the last has been seen of Pyre forever.
“Where now are the Condor and the Pilot? Where is the Klaxon that was blowing?
Where is the plug and the podsuit, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the shitposting on the IGS, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the vat and the harvest and the Cornpaste growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a draft in the corridor;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of Evati burning,
Or behold the salt tears from the mines overflowing?*
*With thanks to Veiki