When we first saw the fleet, we were surrounded, caught in a spectacle of stimuli. Brilliant colors, dancing lights, beautiful cacophonies, wafting ambrosia. Catalysts surrounded us, each one a different shape, an altered species, a new wonder. I tried to follow a single catalyst, but my efforts were futile: Transformation is natural to their existence. Imagine it: an undulating mass, a changing mob, all those beasts partaking in wonderful transmogrification.
James 315 is our augur, our deliverer, our Savior. Standing amidst the flock, we should have feared his glory; instead, we drew hope. This moment is the first time I understood what it meant to be CODE. Divinity in the flock, delivery in flux, one being, James 315.