This world is full

Of ropes, chains, and bindings.

It’s dense, with hollow caves, and tunnels winding…

These trails lead to a shining mass

Of gold-plated mole patties,

Ripe for the mining.

These skies are ovrweighed by the mechanical belays

Of countless Salamander contractors, grappling and tethering clouds,

In the business of stripping away any detectable silver linings.