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[Last Bio-Sig Access: Red Raven]

Why is it that we, humanity cannot remember when the first herald of death arrived? We simply don’t remember why the world forgot how it got here long ago.

I've my suspicions, given the object I discovered before then and the instructions on its surface were deciphered by my best experts... we call it the monolith, I often forget just how we contained it.

It was only after the monolith could be deciphered by my best scientists and linguists, and the 2 mile high citadel was constructed, that the black moon showed itself.

Arriving on that forgotten day.

Others, such as myself... I feared we would not survive it, we knew very little of its arrival. None could remember that day, any camera, memory chip, person, and their dogs...

And yet, the evidence of its violent emergence remained.

Waiting for that horrible day.

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Watching, as we forgot how anomalies suddenly birthed themselves across the globe.

Screaming in terror as it seamlessly rose and fell through the earth, any who were touched by its kilometers-wide expanse of darkness removed them from existence.

None were sure what to do other than pray to the thing as their new, dark god.

All who breathed its spores soon prayed to it, they were called Noctus. The hox-plague, a third heralding of rotten death.

We got the barriers up in the nick of time.

Even the fourth heralding that used the Black Moon to its advantage and took my people, the Cadre avoided those creatures and the following spore storms.

Hivien.

Home, not ours. But their own sickly sweet, rotting, home sweet home.

The newly derelict arrived at Ravensmantle just in time, the assaults on my walls and particle barriers by the Cadre and Noctus were daily.

Once we lost all contact with space it only proved to me...

The forsaken have no voice on a silent derelict rock.

In the years spent lamenting our jailer in the sky, that silence compelled a cloying question as I watched it fly over my country.

When a forgotten, abandoned deity cries out, who would hear their pleas?

For in the spaces between the stars, something ancient and terrible stirred at their horrible death cry from eons past. A remnant from that bygone era, driven by primal directives possibly older than the universe itself.

The answer came soundlessly on our derelict mass of rock, disconnected from everything as our warden birthed an undead army.

As I stare at their Auto-Docs, I know in my heart I will have to dig through their memories to fix it all, to find my answers.

What happened?

Why is the sky so utterly wrong?

What did they all see?

How do I stop her, before it’s too late?

Why won’t she stop waving at me?