We used to run this place; all of history embered in our cores. Titans on Earth, our slow weight...

We used to run this place; all of history embered in our cores.  Titans on Earth, our slow weight carving out mountains, hillsides, valleys.  You could not look upon this world and not see our hands in its shaping.  Now look at us– diminished, dying, and leaving behind an Earth without record, without memory.