[...] Time, it seems, doesn't flow... For some it's fast, for others slow. In what to one race is no time at all Another race may rise and fall. The virus spread like burning fire... The sea of dread rose higher and higher. The crystal ones had to fight By causing suns to ignite. ...self defense. It is their right. Back when all the stars were young, Before the Minstrel songs were sung, When this galaxy was new There came from far the crystal few. Gradually they spread through space. They were the first...the only race. And harder still to recognize That which lies before one's eyes. So many races have believed In only what was preconceived. That which is ancient may be new... It all depends on point of view. [...]-Excerpt from "The Minstral Song," in Starflight, by Binary Systems.
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