Music – Houston
Long ago, we dove through mile thick sheets of churning blue ice, pawing through bottomless caverns of light with freezing drops from menacing icicle fangs, dripped from the ceilings of where the paradise hangs. Suspended on a hovering platform which spins as they tread their paws upon its phantom surface, and spinning through the caverns constant dripping, breaking through the glassy surface of the furthest side. Spun until they were steam and shot up through the ice and displaced the burg. Hovered high above the frozen land and showered it with wealth. Before, we were only polar bears. Now we're something else...