[b]Even the largest body lets itself be pushed where it needs to be, seduced into nice, warm loving orbits. Persistence is the key. Seafloors transform and then yank themselves skyward, shattering the icy crust as new worlds awaken inside the swirling depths. You build homes of ocean laid over stone; giant and tiny, surrounding this half-born sun ripped by storms and supersonic wind. You deliver your last orders to an army that needs nothing anymore---not instruction, courage or even prayers---and then you hide again. In ecstasy they search you, finding nothing but dense quiet dropping from the stars.[/b] I take no credit for this, information was taken from args.bungie.org. Apparently credit goes to elcapytan on the IRC. Here is a link to the args.bungie.org forum topic: [url]http://args.bungie.org/viewtopic.php?f=50&t=1757[/url]