There was a trail of bloody human signature left behind on such pristine scenery of genuine revolution, of an evolution, that is, our city on the garland Moon—that our DAO has been wearing for more than quarter of a century as the knight errand of our species.

The feud between them whose insides are clogging the fungal life on the Lunar dust right now, right before our eyes, as naked as a lusting gorilla would be able to get under a fur of fury, is now centuries old in the olden sextenary time measurement of the Earth clock.