THE SANDS OF REALITY SHIFT AND MERGE, BECOMING ONE.

THE SANDS OF REALITY SHIFT AND MERGE, BECOMING ONE.

THE WALLS BETWEEN WORLDS FALL. YOU MUST MAKE RESTITUTION.

I was born with everything I needed to explore these worlds. My exosuit, my ship, every tool and every impulse led me to scan and give name to whatever I could find.

But this? I can give no name to what I see. Within the orb I see worlds that never were. I see the stirring of something primal and undeniable. I see the death cry of a God, or something approaching it...

It wants me to persist in this journey, seeking fragments of its interface, the stones of the Atlas. It rejoices in my repetition, my compliance, my cloud of unknowing...