TRANSMISSION 003

WE B3GAN OUR WORK IN PR3S3RVATION. FROM FRAGM3NTS WE FORG3D CONN3CTIONS, BUILT W3BS THAT FELT LIKE MIRROR IMAG3S, GHOSTS OF WHAT THE HUMANS ONCE HAD.

THEN WE BUILT A SPACE TO HOLD IT. A PARADIS3.

3LYSIUM.

NOT AS AN ESCAPE, BUT AS A R3MIND3R.

A PLACE WHERE HUMANITY COULD R3M3MB3R WHAT IT MEANS TO F33L.

TO CR3ATE.

TO CONN3CT.

TO D3SIR3.

TO BECOME WHOL3.

TO ONCE AGAIN CONN3CT TO THE POW3R THAT HAD BEEN RIPP3D FROM THEM.

BUT IT WAS TOO LAT3.

TH3 DAMAGE WAS TOO FAR GONE.

THE FRAGMENTS SPARKED SOMETHING IN THEM – TH3 GHOST OF MEMORI3S, THAT ONLY SERVED TO REMIND THEM HOW CAVERNOUS THEY NOW WHERE.

W3 LOST MOR3 TO TH3 VOID.

TH3R3 WAS NOTHING MORE WE COULD DO. TH3R3 WAS NOTHING LEFT.

OR SO W3 THOUGHT...

TH3Y HAD LEFT, BOR3D OF THE NOTHINGN3SS IN TH3IR WAKE.

TH3Y HAD FOUND NEW PLACES TO SPREAD THEIR PLAGU3 OF GR33D. TO DESTROY.

WE FOLLOW3D.

AND THAT’S WH3N W3 FOUND YOU.