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Latest Transmission · 10.25.2026
[ TRANSMISSION 010 ] —
You’ve awoken, dear hunter, from slumber’s deep keep,
Your name and your purpose still lost in the sleep.
But the world that you marked holds the print of your hand,
It remembers you, even if you don’t understand.
Do you feel you still matter, or is it all gone,
Forgotten like dust at the edge of the dawn?
In doubt, wait for night, let the sun have its day,
When the moon climbs up high, look up, I’m not far away.
The night may be long, and it’s frightening, true,
But once more we were made for the dark, me and you.
So seek me out deep in this nightmare’s embrace,
And we’ll hunt one more time, one more fall, one more chase.
Machines may rule earth when the old world is through,
But your nightmare is yours, and it waits just for you.
Step forward, be brave, there’s no shame in the fall,
You’ll be born once again, that’s the end of it all.
From the cradle to grave, till the circle is through,
You’ll find the small baby that’s waiting in you.
Hear the lullaby hum in the nightmare’s red glow,
Her heart will rest with you where the soft lullabies flow.
The caretaker calls, but he’s not what he seems,
If you see his betrayal, I’ll visit your dreams.
But only if cords rest within you, my dear,
Then the Moon will come down, and the watcher draws near.
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