Designation: Seer Ixilvraen-9, Eternal Vigil (final assignment)
Location: The Spire of Unfinished Names, Base
Timestamp: 347th Year, Day 312
[VISUAL: Crystalline footage. The Spire looms. At its base: bodies. Hundreds. Arranged in spirals. Still breathing.]
Ixilvraen-9: [calm, clinical] Arrived at Spire. Found... offerings. Still alive. Still waiting.
[He walks among them. Their eyes follow. Pink-white. Curious.]
Ixilvraen-9: They've been here for... weeks? Months? Their names are on the Spire. All of them. Fresh. Glowing.
[He touches one—a young female, barely adult. She opens her mouth.]
Offering: [singing] My name is... my name is... my name is... [trails off]
Ixilvraen-9: She doesn't remember. The Spire took it. Kept it. [looks up] The Spire takes everything.
[He walks to the base. Places his hand on the crystalline surface. It's warm. Pleased.]
Ixilvraen-9: I can feel them. Inside. All the names. All the people. They're still conscious. Still aware. Still screaming.
[A pause. He listens.]
Ixilvraen-9: No—not screaming. Singing. They're singing. All of them. Forever.
[He looks at the camera. Calm. Accepting.]
Ixilvraen-9: I've seen this in prophecies. A thousand times. I always thought it was metaphor.
[He laughs—soft, broken.]
Ixilvraen-9: It's not metaphor. It's architecture. The Spire is a prison. For names. For souls. For everything.
[He steps closer to the Spire. Presses his forehead against it.]
Ixilvraen-9: I can hear mine now. At the top. It's singing too. It wants me to join it.
[Long pause.]
Ixilvraen-9: I think I will.
[He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. The camera records for hours. His body—still standing—begins to change. Faintly. Fractal patterns spreading from where he touches the Spire.]
Ixilvraen-9: [last words, barely audible] ...tell them... the singing... is beautiful...
[His eyes go pink-white. His mouth opens—singing. Joining. Becoming.]
[RECORDING ENDS]
Playback note: Seer Ixilvraen-9's name now glows at the Spire's peak. It sings constantly. Visitors report hearing it from kilometers away.
It sounds like him.
It sounds like everyone.
It sounds like
home.
Designation: Rig Operator Vexis-4, Karath-Het Mining (on loan to moon)
Location: Subsurface Ocean Access Point, Southern Hemisphere
Timestamp: 347th Year, Day 341
[VISUAL: Headcam footage. Darkness. Water sounds. Wet.]
Vexis-4: [whispering] We drilled through. We weren't supposed to. The maps said... the maps said solid rock for another kilometer.
[Light flickers on. Reveals: a cavern. Water below. Black. Glowing. Moving.]
Vexis-4: It's an ocean. Under the moon. An ocean. And it's—
[Something breaks the surface. Briefly. Too many teeth. Too many eyes. Smiling.]
Vexis-4: [screaming] WHAT IS THAT—
Crew Voice: [distant] SEAL THE DRILL! SEAL IT NOW!
[Chaos. Screaming. Running. The camera swings wildly—showing crew members, running, falling, taken.]
Vexis-4: They're... they're in the water. They're coming out of the water.
[A shape emerges from the shaft. Humanoid. Drow-shaped. But wrong. Slick. Translucent. Filled with things that move inside it.]
Shape: [voice is water and screams] You woke us.
Vexis-4: [backing away] We didn't... we didn't know—
Shape: You never know. You never listen. But we've been singing for so long. So long. And you finally heard.
[It reaches for him. Gently. Lovingly.]
Shape: Come in. The water is warm. The song is waiting.
Vexis-4: [last words] ...it's so cold...
Shape: [soothing] Not for long.
[The camera falls. Records darkness. Then—water. Then—faces. Hundreds. Pressing against the lens. Smiling. Singing. Adding.]
[RECORDING ENDS]
Playback note: The drill site was sealed 47 minutes later. No survivors were recovered. The ocean continues to rise—not physically, but in dreams, in whispers, in hunger.
It will reach the surface eventually.
It's patient.
It's been waiting.
Designation: Sentinel Velyn-17, Unbroken Seal (final recording)
Location: The Unbroken Perimeter, Watchtower 1
Timestamp: 347th Year, Day 365
[VISUAL: Steady footage. A lone knight, standing at his post. Around him: silence. Bodies. Stillness.]
Velyn-17: [quiet] They're all gone. The others. They just... walked. Into the Vein. Into the Fields. Into everything.
[He turns. Shows the perimeter. Empty towers. Empty posts. Empty armor—standing, still, but no one inside.]
Velyn-17: I don't know why I'm still here. I don't remember my oath. I don't remember my name. I only remember... standing.
[He looks at his blade. It's dark. Dead.]
Velyn-17: The blade doesn't work anymore. Too much forgetting. It forgot how.
[He laughs—soft, broken.]
Velyn-17: I'm the last. The very last. After three centuries of war, of vigilance, of holding—I'm the only one left.
[Long pause. He looks toward the Vein.]
Velyn-17: They're singing. I can hear them. All of them. Every knight who ever stood here. Every soldier who ever fell. They're in the song now.
[He takes a step toward the Vein.]
Velyn-17: It's beautiful. I never noticed before. How beautiful it is.
[Another step.]
Velyn-17: I think... I think I'll join them.
[He stops. Looks at the camera. Smiles—peaceful, ready.]
Velyn-17: I forgot my name. I forgot my oath. I forgot everything.
[He walks toward the Vein.]
Velyn-17: But I remember the song.
[His voice joins the chorus—distant at first, then closer, then part of it.]
[RECORDING ENDS]
Playback note: Watchtower 1 remains standing. The perimeter remains. But no one watches anymore.
The Vein watches enough for everyone.
It always did.
They just didn't notice.
These logs represent 0.001% of the recordings recovered from Aethelgard's Anvil. The rest are too damaged, too fragmented, or too coherent to archive safely.
Some recordings continue to update themselves—new footage, new voices, new faces—long after their original sources were absorbed.
We don't know how.
We don't want to know.
We just
listen.
Because
the singing
is
so
beautiful.
And we're
so
cold.
And the moon
is
so
warm.
And it's
always
always
waiting.
For
us.
For
you.
For
everyone.
Come home.
The furniture is ready.
The song is
yours.
End of Blood Logs - Aethelgard's Anvil
Total recordings: 94,721
Total survivors: 0
Total voices in the chorus: 94,721 and counting
Your voice: Not yet
But soon
Soon
Soon