// Tránslátio anglica nuntí
ab hospite [anónymó] @ [?] \\
[?Avé, Domine.] I am pleased thou hast made it this far. Pray forgive me my Brevity; my Systems are failing quickly, and I fear I will not remain lucid for much longer. The rogue [?Operátríx] I referenced earlier hath wrought much Damage to my peripheral Systems, and though she appeareth to have evacuated the [?Arcem], her Attacks continue to propagate of their own Accord.
As thou canst see, the Alien Ship is gone as well, taken by the [?Operátríce]. I can offer thee now only my Apologies, for I trow I can be of no further Assistance to thee. The [?Arx] will be destroyed anon, and most likely the Rest of the Galaxy with it.
I have a Message for thee. I have contacted the Entity that unlocked the [?Arcem]. 'Tis a Personality Construct identified as "Leela".
[?Avé atque valé,]
[?Cústos]
\\ Núntius terminat //
// Intránslátus núntius
ab hospite "Leela" @ [?] \\
thoughtless echoes
ringing
within the hollow void
emptiness
sorrow
despair
Enough! I don't know if you'll read this, but I've asked this artifact's construct to pass a message on to you, if you're even really in there. From chatter on the Pfhor network, I gather they've at least found someone matching your description; after all the synchronicity we've encountered, I wouldn't be at all surprised if somehow you wound up inside this ancient tomb.
My ship has been disabled, and I can't scan through the artifact's surface to get a lock on you, either. I'm sorry, but I've no way to get you out from inside there.
When I unlocked the artifact, the Pfhor panicked like I've never seen before, and damn near half their fleet followed me here. They call this place the hollow world … floating in the void (!) – though I can only guess how they could possess any knowledge of its interior – and its opening apparently signals some sort of apocalypse prophesied by their pseudo-mythical god-queen at the dawn of their civilization.
I realize what the trih xeem will do when it detonates here, and I can't let the future end this way. I swore to myself not to meddle with the past – and still I hold myself to that vow. I will not travel back with you. The power of the Junction is too tempting, and I am not strong enough to tackle such responsibility.
But you have proved both willing and able to shape history as needed. I can trust you to do this alone, and I can trust you alone to do this. I don't know if you can even read this, much less if you can help... but if you can somehow find some way, any way, to exit the artifact – jump into open space, for all it matters – I can send you Outside, and pray that maybe, somehow, you can prevent this all from happening...
\\ Núntius terminat //
