“Bloody Omir ran away Hiding from the light of day Made a base out in the night Far far from the Empire's might Holders think they all are safe Protected by the Emp'ror's grace Silly people, they should know You shall reap just what you sow Bloody Omir's coming back Monsters from the endless black Wading through a crimson flood Omir's come to drink your blood”
Nursery Rhyme15 constellations, 97 systems, 819 planets, 4,330 moons.