x Riptide x
One day, one day this shall be our fate and it will not be man who picks through our remains but visitors from across the stars and as they clutch our dusty bones in their hands and stare in awe they will question who we were and what happened to us but all they shall be met with is silence.
The only sound they will hear is are the echo's of ghosts on the wind as it blows through the decaying ruins of our long dead race never knowing that it was we who doomed ourselves to eternal silence.