An Ancient Tower in the Pink Desert

What is beneath the sands, the humans wish to know? What is beneath the present? The past. What is beneath life? Death.

Our people were like there's, once. Diggers, fashioners of devices. Our people were young, our world was patient with us, until such time as we fashioned thinking objects and they began to do our thinking for us. They regarded our world as just another tool, for what is the perspective of a tool? Everything has a utility, a people, a world.

Our ancient people fashioned the great exodus vessel in orbit, the Lotus of the Night Void. We crafted it with the aid of thinking devices, with vast resources taken from the depths of the planet. Our world rebelled, punished us for our arrogance. Now we guard the pink desert, the tomb of a past that must remain beneath us.