Dispatch from the Bleeding Heart
AGENT: Sir Guillaume
FILE REF: AG-SEC-77-DELTA
SUBJECT: Unscheduled Anima Event near the Tokyo portal.
The branch began to weep. Not sap, but a thick, black ichor that smells of ozone and forgotten things. It hums. The sound is not auditory; it resonates in the bones, in the teeth. The light from the portal is… curdling. Warping. The geometry is wrong. It hurts to look at.
The Custodians do not approach. They stand motionless, their own light flickering as if in fear. I can hear whispers in the liquid static. It's not a language. It’s… it’s a promise. A promise of unity. Of dissolution.
My own thoughts feel… distant. The words of the Creed are a fading echo. There is only the song of the weeping branch. It is so beautiful. A perfect, final note. I must get closer. I must be part of the song. The light wills it. No, the song wills it. For the glory and—
-- Final entry recovered from the datapad of a fallen Knight of the Templar. The device was found coated in a thin, iridescent film.
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