We delved deep and unearthed the source of those whispers. The ancient abomination we discovered under the icy ruins was almost our undoing, but in the end it would be our salvation.

We delved deep and unearthed the source of those whispers. The ancient abomination we discovered under the icy ruins was almost our undoing, but in the end it would be our salvation.
The thousand year journey would begin in a cataclysmic blaze of superluminal engines and end with the rebirth of his people on another world.
Your string of endless and inefficient wars hampered our genetic transcendence, not unlike the intellectual despair created by your corrupt spiritual and political leaders in your middle ages that hindered your progress.
He loathed the Tangle, but from time to time certain aspects of his undisclosed servitude required that he descend from the Spire when he was on Earth and retrace its narrow and dangerous avenues….
The dark catacombs of the archaeological dig were deathly silent, punctuated only by the labored breathing of the two scientists. Robert Stone held his soiled and sweaty hand out into the darkness, the flashlight in his other hand casting flickering light against the glossy cavern walls as he steadied his balance on the narrow ledge.
On a day that was not particularly worse or better than any other swamp day, it raised its great serpentine neck out of the water all the while chewing on some exotic, prehistoric equivalent of a lily pad.
Cold rain began to fall just as he came upon the nameless, foreboding farming village nestled against the shoulders of the foothills.