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''Last known Records from Lunar Station: First Light.'' | ''Last known Records from Lunar Station: First Light.'' | ||
The tunnels were geologic in nature, or had to be. | The tunnels were geologic in nature, or had to be. That's what we thought until twelve hours into the second sub-lunar expedition, when we found the bones. A single long rib cage, the size of an aircraft fuselage. | ||
The living creatures themselves, we found a hundred meters down. They might have been worms, if worms had scales and teeth and moved more quickly than a man could run. | The living creatures themselves, we found a hundred meters down. They might have been worms, if worms had scales and teeth and moved more quickly than a man could run. | ||
[[Jun Han|Jun]] died first. And then [[Luli Henson|Luli]]. Bad deaths. Deaths not worth thinking about, and so [[Hou Ye|I]] | [[Jun Han|Jun]] died first. And then [[Luli Henson|Luli]]. Bad deaths. Deaths not worth thinking about, and so [[Hou Ye|I]] don't, as I wander these tunnels, lost, waiting to run out of oxygen. | ||
Will it hurt, I wonder? That final sleep, when it comes. The sleep that | Will it hurt, I wonder? That final sleep, when it comes. The sleep that isn't sleep. | ||
But then everything on the Moon is named for what | But then everything on the Moon is named for what it's not. Have you noticed? ''The Sea of Serenity. Ocean of Storms. The Sea of Rains.'' It's only fitting. | ||
In the tunnels though, we found things that were exactly what they were, and so now I name them thus. Mark them well, if this recording is found. | In the tunnels though, we found things that were exactly what they were, and so now I name them thus. Mark them well, if this recording is found. | ||
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But here now, at the bottom I have found the other side of the nightmare. Like waking from a dream only to realize you were still asleep. Perhaps my oxygen is getting low. Yes, I can see it is. Hypoxia already setting in. The thing before me is like myself—partly alive, and partly not. An ossified afterbirth. A pulsating tumor. | But here now, at the bottom I have found the other side of the nightmare. Like waking from a dream only to realize you were still asleep. Perhaps my oxygen is getting low. Yes, I can see it is. Hypoxia already setting in. The thing before me is like myself—partly alive, and partly not. An ossified afterbirth. A pulsating tumor. | ||
It lays in a crater of its own making. Dark and jagged. So here | It lays in a crater of its own making. Dark and jagged. So here I'll sit, and lay me down. I see a doorway, and within, the death-white egg cases of nightmares yet to come. | ||
And glad I am to miss it. | And glad I am to miss it. | ||
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''I am dead.'' | ''I am dead.'' | ||
[[Vell Tarlowe|Vell]] is spectacularly dead. [[Omar Agah|Omar]] and [[Sai Mota|Sai]] are quite dead too. [[Eriana-3|Eriana]], poor Eriana, she was so very bright at the end, | [[Vell Tarlowe|Vell]] is spectacularly dead. [[Omar Agah|Omar]] and [[Sai Mota|Sai]] are quite dead too. [[Eriana-3|Eriana]], poor Eriana, she was so very bright at the end, wasn't she? A brave light. | ||
But [[Crota]] was unmoved. That shadow is detached from its source. Light makes it darker. I could feel His presence and if I still had a [[Ghost]] I am sure it would have screamed. | But [[Crota]] was unmoved. That shadow is detached from its source. Light makes it darker. I could feel His presence and if I still had a [[Ghost]] I am sure it would have screamed. | ||
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This is the shape and the point of the tooth: nothing has ever lived that will not die. | This is the shape and the point of the tooth: nothing has ever lived that will not die. | ||
Now I fly between green-black suns in the labyrinth beyond | Now I fly between green-black suns in the labyrinth beyond Crota's god-star. This is the Overworld, the Sea of Screams, where the throne-universes of the great [[Hive]] fester in eternal majesty. I move among them. I map the shapes and connections of this world. | ||
I want to appear in the [[Tower]] and taunt them, lo, lo, I never sleep, I dance in light and shadow, I never sleep, I will never die. I will never die. I want to ask them: if you followed your laws here, to this trembling fearful place, of what use were those laws? | I want to appear in the [[Tower]] and taunt them, lo, lo, I never sleep, I dance in light and shadow, I never sleep, I will never die. I will never die. I want to ask them: if you followed your laws here, to this trembling fearful place, of what use were those laws? | ||
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I only hope now that my foolish charge will serve as a record of warning. So that no other Guardians go to face this monster and those that serve him – and those beasts beyond imagining that he must serve in the realm I now go forth to die in. That this tiny bit of Light, joined with yours, and Sai's, Vell, and poor Omar's – that it might spark a torch of warning to leave this dead and broken moon as Crota's prize. | I only hope now that my foolish charge will serve as a record of warning. So that no other Guardians go to face this monster and those that serve him – and those beasts beyond imagining that he must serve in the realm I now go forth to die in. That this tiny bit of Light, joined with yours, and Sai's, Vell, and poor Omar's – that it might spark a torch of warning to leave this dead and broken moon as Crota's prize. | ||
Let the [[Titan ( | Let the [[Titan (class)|Titan]]s on their walls and towers look up at night to this glowing reminder in the sky that your Light fell below the surface. Let the moonlight fall on [[Hunter]]s' eyes through the canopies of the wilds, and guide the way of [[Warlock]]s searching their hidden paths. At night, let them look up and see, and let us be mourned. | ||
At night, let them remember you. And let the light of the day free them from the curse of this memory. | At night, let them remember you. And let the light of the day free them from the curse of this memory. | ||