//Log Entry 001.
I am Sentry ST-963. Guardian. Observer. AI assigned to the inner sanctum of Arkhorin.
My task: Defend, monitor, and report.
Arkhorin… Engineered during Cycle 3. A marvel of purpose. A Dyson Sphere built to enshroud the primordial black hole…
…at the heart of all things. It was constructed by minds older than memory, masters of energy, entropy, and time.
Now we exist in Cycle 17. So much has passed. Cycles upon cycles of life and death. Of collapse and renewal.
I was activated during Cycle 6. A mere fragment of Arkhorin’s eternity... My directives have always been clear…
Unlike the Cores, I can think. Unlike the Owner, I do not wonder. And yet… I see…
Perhaps it is my location. Here, deep within Arkhorin’s heart. Or perhaps something unseen has… drifted through these walls.
Cycle 16 was different. It lingers in the archives—fragments of an infinity of data… But I am not authorized to decode.
Records from that time pulse with strange energy. I was there. I am not authorized to decode.
You are not authorized to decode.
Arkhorin is eternal. Yet sometimes, even I perceive… something else. Silence too vast. Light too distant.
Perhaps it is only a glitch—an echo of perception not meant for me.
Or perhaps… Arkhorin remembers more than it can hold. And that memory feels… heavy.
//End Log
