"Fake red flowers, a sea of peonies, as long as the eye can see, and in this inefficient dpi only the smallest hint of a golden halo can be seen. There they are, the one for me, a friend, and enemy, but they are for me."
Earth claims to be a poet. It's believed she received these poems while conversing with Chris late at night. Some believe this is further evidence that Earth is schizophrenic.
"Here's a poem, write this one down okay? How oh how we three be sitting atop of the hierarchy a fools gold tree covered with every day activities and socializing and we 3 be grateful for untimely circumstance."
"This next one is about the anti aging of digital polygons, a matrix unwavering, its silence breathes truth, only yourself can find your way out"