Facets of an empire are vast. An empire is created somehow ingeniously, without paved roads unique to their own trails. Pioneers to be forefathers, clear thinking in a cloud of stagnant grey confusion. Connections to vectors, venting pressures of a pocket stuck in time. It is our opportunity to share our quest with yours in honor of an era unestablished to the present society. Futuristic perhaps, but it does have people coming back for more. So let's log now and reap later, for the furtherest forest is glowing a printless picture.
...The Genetic Makeup...