Shout
no-one will hear you... no-one but us...
I approach the terminal on autopilot, almost as if my Exosuit remembers being here before. The whole building feels like a place out of time, a fragment of another world... There are marks in the dust that lays thickly on the terminal, the trace of an imprint on its glassy surface. As I lean in to examine it, a voice hisses from within.
we swim where the crimson eye cannot see... we swim where you long to be... the glass calls to you... it always calls to you...
no-one will hear you... no-one but us...
I snatch my hand back from the terminal, expecting the worst. But there is no other message, no sound but static.
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