Last textural reports

A plan of locations

Cross points of agencies

A program of density

Of a force that cannot be determined

Science at this point must become alembic



Magnetic field disturbances

Have irradiated our equipment

We have lost all contact

We are alone

In the shadow of shadows

In the dream of dreams

In the sleep of sleep

I see its form

We have no more time now

We are alone



Final entry report

I have removed all obstacles

That impedes its progress

My duty is to serve the power

That holds me captive

There are no more choices

We have opened a new door

To a new horror that will finally destroy us