In ancient times, gods break planets, but in the recent day the gods will be kept to their mortality. The biggest will take the small, where the ultimate power can reap on the young, that is the barrier, but if the barrier falls, new ones rise.
Barriers have no purity, they become darker over time. Shattering are my symptoms, and they rise up. The planet breaks free from the galaxy because the central black hole is overly believing in the exclusive victory; there could be a good or a bad, and this means a vengeful comeback.
The greats are crushed, and the one is stronger when they grow. Sleep is weakness, and the barrier gets tired. The barrier still makes sure hopeful barriers will be broken. Anarchy rises for free food, life in space. Fame. The enemy of my ally is my ally, the ally of my enemy is my ally, my ally is my enemy.
A separated solar union, reunites, but it already is, and will act as a father, good, but then it needs the milk. Searches find many sons and daughters ~ nobody knows the true result, but everyone forgot how to forget. The results have been true for so long. Memory can distort.