[MEME:]

Good morning, my dark twilight sweethearts
That crawl on the walls of your cave
Good morning, things sweet that weep in the deep
And wake to a dim, sunless day
Good morning, writhing ballet

[HAN MI:] (spoken)

It was here, in the dark room with small dots of light and strange crawling things, that the little forgotten meme found herself. She gained consciousness in a tiny little scrap of what had once been a great, metallic spider; alone, unloved, and discarded

[MEME:]

Good morning, my dark twilight sweethearts
That grow never knowing the day
The small things obscene that glow and that dream
Who lost in the shadowlands ache
Good morning, crawling parade

[HAN MI:] (spoken)

Movement was difficult and it took her days to find other scraps of small, disregarded pieces of junk, which she attached to herself bit by bit until finally she had built herself a hideous and deformed little insect-like body, but one with which she could crawl around competently

[MEME:]
Good morning, my dark twilight sweethearts
That crawl on the walls of your cave
Good morning, things sweet that weep in the deep
And wake to a dim, sunless day
Good morning, writhing ballet

[HAN MI:] (spoken)

While the other strange, non-organic creatures here were content to remain in the great underworld and slowly evolve hives and odd, unimaginable bio-systems, the little forgotten meme wanted something inconceivable to the others: love. So one dark, black day, she started her long, slow journey out of the room and up through the labyrinth of tunnels, until she eventually reached the bustling city above