[Sector: The Corpus]
[Eoth: #63217]
[Party: 1]
[Present Day]
[Welcome]
Standing on a warped plane.
Journey through the woods.
Find solace amongst the pine.
Retrieve the Argus before you fracture.
[ W o r d s | S o u n d s | S i g n a l s | S y m b o l s ]
Windswept woods greet binary figures. Presence is quantified as an absolute. Analog is betrayed by digital boundaries. Nuance limited by bits. Strict definition leaves little alone. Unification must be achieved. Bloody stacks stand amongst the trees.