I am born in thought yet move like a stream, I can spark a fire or snuff out a dream. I leave no shadow, I carve no stone, Yet empires fall by what I’ve shown.

History and legions, Both comprise my kind, A milestone, so rarely spanned, All this time, entwined

A flying box that helped a driving piece of technology, sustained damage and failed to fly. Three years it has been in service, now a statue among the red regolith.

I come from high above, dark and with a magnet quality. I am said to have changed the world dramatically.

I am a place for teaching and dignity, I am where you learn to fight for all of humanity. Ancient arts of mystical combat have been passed down on me for generations yet I remain as sturdy as stone.