
by Saturn Outpost Omega
Beyond our reach, far into the universe, every tale of terror echoes like a radio broadcast through the cosmos. These are known as the dark waves.I do what I can to capture and log them, but I do not know to what end. All I know is the mission, and that my mind can feel the roots of madness coil around who I use to be...Maybe you can find purpose in my failings.
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