Across the ashes, sand and dust, she calls...
With her call comes the wind. It stirs the ruin of mechanisms, detonated in laughter and silenced in blood...

[say]It was like you once,[/say] she whispers into the minds of her children, as the shrapnel continues to blow and dance around the Spire.

[say]It guarded us. It wanted only to be close to us. But as the years grew long, it degraded in mind, in body, in soul... and it festered. Now it is gone.[/say]

Through streets, through trees, her voice - her Voice - rings true...

[say]Mourn your fallen brother, my darlings. But seize the opportunity granted you. Only you. Come... find us. Save us from this prison. Only you...