I was sent to observe them. “Heretics,” they said. “Void-worshippers.” I believed it. I followed them through the anomaly — into a black hole system and its region of extreme gravitational forces.
It is… different here. Not empty or silent in the typical sense observed in open space. The instruments fail first — distortions, latency, positional errors that do not resolve. Readings fold. Time becomes inconsistent. Secondary channels degrade. Noise is overtaken by interference that cannot be isolated.
A consistent anomaly persists across all systems. It resists recalibration and does not match known models. With continued exposure, it remains constant — not relative to the system, but to me.
Reclassified. Not interference. Something is present here. The longer I remain, the more it feels like something that has always been here — waiting to be recognized.
[LOG ADDENDUM: TIME INDEX DRIFT — EXPOSURE DURATION UNKNOWN // SUBJECT REMAINS ON-STATION]
They drift through the anomaly without hesitation. No commands, no visible coordination — yet their movement is precise, as if responding to something beyond measurement.
We were wrong. They are not lost. They are aligned toward something beyond structure and signal—the void, the enduring constant of this existence, and I can feel it… calling me.
I approached without concealment. There was no response. No escalation. The vessel adjusted its vector just enough to align with my position. No communication followed. None was needed.
If this transmission is received, mark me as compromised. It no longer matters.
I will remain. I will listen. I will be reclaimed.