Fragment of a New Atlantid

– kzkzttzt ... Signal –

A decayed transmission reaches my communicator. The ancient audio pops and hisses, but the voice that speaks is unmistakably Korvax.

Korvax Prime Disaster Pod #38 Log of Refugee Entity Kizimo

Day 0 :: I close my eye, but cannot close my mind. – kztt – deafening. Millions of – kzzkt – screams deafen this entity. All entities. A great... disconnection. Eheu. We will never see home again. – kzt –

Day 1 :: The link is frayed. This entity feels distant from the convergence here. – kzzz – other entities aboard say the same. The screams – kzkkkkt – even in the silence, we cannot hear one another's thoughts. We are so afraid.

Day 5 :: This entity's - my - thoughts feel... private. Privately, my thoughts – kzzkt – those junkyard moons. – kzzkt – the rumours true? Everything is shattered. I do not know what to believe. I have not been told what to – kzzzzzzzkt –

Day 10 :: – kzkkkkt – crystαls – kktt – growing – kzt –

Day ? :: – kzttt – Who is stowing away in our minds? Even now, even here – kzzkt – fragment – kzzkzz – Atlas save us... save – kktt –

The electronic voice shakes with fear. I feel uncomfortable listening to these words that seem so personal, so desperate. The ancient log crackles, the decayed tape reaching the end of its retrievable data. Yet even through the static, I hear a change of tone in the final audible word. The voice is no longer fearful. It is defiant.

At1αs.