- The sand-torn devastation breathes. Awakens. Conquered.
- The hive writhes.
- Shifting beneath the surface. Beneath the minds.
- Shifting sands. Shifting times.
- Something has changed.
- Conquered?
- This planet lives again. New life, new breath. Familiar. Creatures that have followed and stalked and wreaked havoc in the past, now delivered, ready for the harvest. The attention divided, the threat compelling, the power drawing.
- Two places. One mind.