cpts log
i would seem that here in this world the bones of the past are pushing to the surface and in the minds of the curious the bones of the moons. When it is discovered that the galaxy is empty apart from relics a deep madness will burn away and in place a deeper loneliness. There is nothing but ghosts for light-years around.
They whisper to living seeking vicarious pleasures and sustenance. The living are friendless apart from the company of themselves. The once feared one world government becomes the instinct of the herd, ultimately a great sense of freedom pervades. We are alone to do as we wish in our own corrupted way.
The leash is off.
end transmission.
i would seem that here in this world the bones of the past are pushing to the surface and in the minds of the curious the bones of the moons. When it is discovered that the galaxy is empty apart from relics a deep madness will burn away and in place a deeper loneliness. There is nothing but ghosts for light-years around.
They whisper to living seeking vicarious pleasures and sustenance. The living are friendless apart from the company of themselves. The once feared one world government becomes the instinct of the herd, ultimately a great sense of freedom pervades. We are alone to do as we wish in our own corrupted way.
The leash is off.
end transmission.
