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.