Stellar is the air there in the midst of heavy contemplation which occupies the minds of those within that certain atmosphere. Awkward is the syntax which is due to the reservation of possessive thoughts underlying every conversation there. They speak in rapid repetition in order to confuse those who would be witty otherwise. With a hunger to bear they ponder the mechanism they serve. Contrived is their dialogue being comprehensive only to those who would think themselves wise. But as time becomes exceedingly past for a parasite with an appetite, all their clamor and all they ponder become seemingly futile as they demise. Silence overtakes the dewy stellar air, dewy from the vapor that becomes of parasitic dialogue there.