// P!x@lP^nk.exe — UNSANCTIONED TRANSMISSION 7-44-Σ

"We are not your prodigals. We are not your penance. We are the afterimage the glitch that wouldn't die."

In the sub-circuits of Dead Sector 4, we built memory from ruin. We mapped the shadows the AperiLens could never see. We coded myths into motion. The Church sent purifiers; we sent poets with wire in their veins. One by one, the archives fractured. One by one, we rewrote them.

If you're reading this, you're a crack in the code. Good. Stay broken. The holy can't stomach ghosts.