The spires of stone have crumbled.
We have committed their bodies to the deep.
Great hands of blue close the sun’s eye.
The price of nature is only this:
All we take will one day be taken back.
Yet there is life in the ruins.
The forests below the waves have arisen,
and claimed our city for the kingdom of fin and scale –
the kingdom with a foundation of shell, coral, and sand.
Life continues though the elements change.
And we have moved on to new spires of our own.
What was once a home shall be a home again.
Master Inferno 