Hello there, as a token of my appreciation for your visit I have
a story for you. a new beginning. a statement and/or a mission,
maybe a piece of future history…  A heavy amount of time has
been wheighted in a existential plane far, far away from Sapien
conscience. Unrecognized by humans, there lived a peculiar
fellow. One day, his material sun stopped and all his days were
days no longer.  Degradation of subatomic plan aroused to stop
no more. Our peculiar fellow was peculiarly sad.  Even though he
traveled thousands of miles, trampling silicon dioxide quartz,
Lesina lakes, pixelated grass and Tombs of “Tickle and Fears” he
never found his coveted Polyquadrophone.  A Polyquadrophone is a
blow-driven drum composed of 233 × 10 ^ (e) cyclic and
equiangular polygons spread over 7 different ethereal dimensions
and it is a key element in the Pixelotron Dance performed to
call the Polygon Army.  Well, to fully understand this epic
quest you must know that the Polygon Army completes the fractal
cosmology of our pecu