I've been marooned here for the past 4000 years.
I've heard the wars and the endless building above.
The shadow canals of the stars are now broken.
I can only fly about at night here.

The sun is my destructor.
Light of decay and chaos.
They're no shadow canals here to protect me.
I must heed the night and listen for the bird's morning calls.

As the birds sing.
I must get to safety.
Bathe myself in shadow.
Away from the sun.

I have studied far and wide.
The knowledge here depicts me as an angel.
I will use this knowledge to feed.
And they will let me without consequence.