As the moon goes down the dark, chilly graveyard gets colder. Very creaky, deep, quiet voices can be heard.
"Are we ready for this?" asked one.
"I was born ready," said another voice.
A very silent chant that can be barely heard raises into the night sky. If you look closely light fragments can be seen landing on Mars.
"And this is how the war begins..." says the first voice happily, "we have done well."
The two personages disappear as space gets more active....
