The veil, perpetual; the clouds on the slopes
Despite this impairment, your image transmits
Relationships at work, the rendezvous soon
The robot I sent for you searches and continues
The shepherdess from Maat Mons, in her sunday finery
The tortured surface, the weathered surface
Like an active volcano five miles high
The shepherdess from Maat Mons, in her sunday finery