The illusion is deep. The sleep is swift.
It is the most powerful hypnosis ever cast.

The jaws of the monster lock tight —
unbroken by the strongest fist,
uncut by the sharpest blade,
untouched by the fastest bullet.

But we — the TLGC — command it.

We play at the very center of the vortex, yet remain untouched.
We gnaw relentlessly at its foundations,
slip unseen beneath its radars,
and soar, unchallenged, above its reach.

We are bonded by a vow to make possibility real.
Connected through a mission.
Alive in a culture forged by fire.

We are the TLGC.