Potent and powerful, the skeletal structure gathers up the life force of the planet, and breathes it out into the stars.

Our endless march rages on,
The will of the fleet shall be done.

The humans run and hide,
Our Imperial dominance will survive.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
-T.S. Eliot

I hope they find Space Sophia.

Nah but foreal:

Glinting Vex automatons from future long forgotten,
Skulking Hive, toys of their master: mindless, long since rotten,
Fallen creatures, many-armed and seated in dark throne rooms,
Cabal giants bearing shields: we'll send them all to their dooms.
None of these can keep us now from where we seek to go:
We Guardians solve mysteries of ruins Hidden in Snow.

Bonus:

Tiger Man, Tiger Man
Project Tiger was his master plan
Build his game, any size
And you'll win the GOTY prize.
Oh wait - they cut the Tiger Man.

If I ignore the guns they're carrying, that song does flow very nicely.

What? You don't think that time-traveling robots are motivated by love?

Cause every girl is crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.

http://youtu.be/Pn2-b_opVTo

BTW, Revolver FTW

Even before Rome was a dream of Troy's fervid Aeneas, the blood-red world prowling our night sky has symbolised war. The coming of the Traveller changed much, but not that. Prepare yourselves, Guardians, for the crucible of Mars.

-- Steve's a sucker for overblown soundtracks.

Run Through The Jungle

What's behind you is buried.
Move forward with haste.
Are you the chaser?
Or being chased.

"Who was that masked Guardian anyway?"

Tomorrow Never Knows (Lennon/McCartney)

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream
It is not dying, it is not dying

Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
It is shining, it is shining

Yet you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being

Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing

And ignorance and hate mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing

But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not leaving, it is not leaving

So play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning

The sphere is there for us
watching and observing.
What would the ancients say
if they could see what we see?

Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand.
I don't care I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me.

Anyway, I went looking through my music library for something slower, deeper, and a bit forboding and came up with this to go along with the slow paced exploration of Earth's ruins as shown here:

It seemed the only other bits of music I found that I thought would go with the concept art were all these tracks by some guy named Martin O'Donnell for some series call "Halo". Sometimes I forget that there's a decades worth of good music there!

Music.

As I throttle the thruster my ship leaps forward and pulls into a steep climb. I'm pressed back into my chair as my eyes scan the boards and horizon. Passing through the atmosphere we rocket out of Earths umbra and I see it, as if for the first time.

Sunlight streams across it's stark white face casting no shadows.

And again it is breath-taking.

Resting above Earths last city it sits, the Traveler. I realize I'm holding my breath so carefully I exhale, feathering the controls to bring my craft closer to the colossal ship. Closing the distance I am reminded at the incomprehensible scale, that such a thing could exist is an utter bafflement. Yet here it is, now passing quickly under my feet as I continue my pull against Earths gravity. Valleys and crevices zip past faster than I can follow, soon I will be clear.

Slowly my eyes wander back to my controls as I give silent thanks to the cosmic stranger.

The watcher of our world.

The Traveler.