Pressure. Darkness. Solid. We found it in the mines of Calumn. Glittering like the sun once removed from the rock and brought to the light. But never enough.

Cold. Wet. Jostled. We found it in the rivers of Qatar’d. Glistening like the stars among the pebbles.

But never enough.

Aseptic. Beautiful. Still. She lays out of the path of time. Waiting like Oppy on Mars, for enough sunlight to come. G01D is the only cure.

But there is never enough.

So she sleeps, in the cryogenic cold, for the world to find all the gold.