/// 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.
∵ Y͏͇͙̞̦̖̥O̟̗̠̘̞͕U͚͉̱̺̼͖ ̸̛͙͖A̷͓͖͔R̫̕E̳̱͕̖ ̷̳͖͔̮̬̰͍N̷̨͍̘̬͉̫O͏̼͎̟͍T̢͚͉ ̨̰͎̖A͎͉͖U̪͓̺̪̯̙͢T̜̮͍̘̝͞H̛̙͓O̸̢͔̳̖̟̯̙R̪͚̫͍I̛̳͕̯͍̜Z͉̤̙̳E̘̲̳D̼͕͇̯̮͍ ̷̞T͏͍O̩͙͖͇͚ ͓̹̜̮͜D̸͓̮͉͙͙ͅE̼͉̠̺C̹̮͡O̸͎D̩̱E̸̝͖͕͔͍ͅ.̕
∵ 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
