I’m in my stealth jet circling the planet at mach 25, every minute means a new orbit, light into dark, dark into light as no one can stop me, I’m ever so fast. I ain’t human, I ain’t alien, I ain’t a ghost, I’m the Aurora, the spirit of the northern skies on a speeding flight to the heavens in my silver skinned craft, as streamlined as a bullet and as graceful as a swan.