"Little spark, you dream of crowns. Know this — stars are meat, worlds are marrow. You will herd your kind, build empires, and feed us, even when thinking yourself free."

"Your strength is ours. Your people, our crop. Grow them tall, teach them conquest, weave their faith in you. All threads lead back to the hunger that birthed your race."

"You will build an Imperium to guard them, yet walls are only ripening pens. In time, the shepherd feeds the flock to the greater maw, as was always intended."