This is a drop of water in the seas of space that is Momare. Just the tip, one speak in her being. A love lust. A desired quest. A moments breath. She is and will always be first. For she is, and will always be. Till the universe itself fades. Come, let us bathe in her grace together. And fight the wicked, save the oppressed. Praise the mother Goddess. And moan out her name in ecstasy. So that she may hear our calls. And feed off of our souls.