A maskless being stands before a tall tower, beaming up at his lover, awaiting his call. The being clears his throat, and begins…
'O light of lights, How you caress me through the nights.
Your eyes of green fire, with an aura to inspire.
Your joints so frail, and your colors so pale,
'O you are so fair, from toe to neck…
You are my one, my only… Solek
The white Matoran peers down at his suitor, cheeks burning as he blushes. Solek shyly stutters, before replying…
'O my dearest, though your past is not the clearest,
scorned and burned, a lesson we have learned.
'O maskless love of mine, our passion is of another time.
For I am pristine, mask and all. And what of you?
Into the fire pit, you will fall.
Without a moment’s pause, Solek’s one true love, a hero bearing a golden Miru, stands before Goodguy 6934.
Begone, foul incarnation! Maskless, your presence is a degradation!
Though your suffering gives me such elation, it is time… FOR INCINERATION!
