Celestia as my witness, we’ve all been blind. It was staring right at us the entire time.
The formations. They move.
They move.
Lord Gilderoy was on to more than he imagined. Rusty’s rantings and ravings about the occult weren’t just the paranoia of a less enlightened time like I thought.
The formations move. Why didn’t I notice? Why didn’t I take it seriously?
The ice is so pristine, but that doesn’t mean our view is clear. We thought we were hovering over an ice-buried crater all this time, but it’s not a crater. It defies all logic and reason, the very concept is terrible.
I found it in Gilderoy’s mad scribbles. The same lines repeated over and over again. The other languages are the same. He wasn’t saying different things. I think he was trying to warn Eastern Leaves, but his mind had been so broken by what he found down there that he couldn’t communicate it properly.
Matti Ths Aioniotitas. From the language of an ancient city that is well known to have existed near here before the time of the Great Winter. It means The Eye of Eternity. But that name is a mistake, an error made in some earlier translation. Gilderoy’s writings are proof of that now. His scribblings are the true name, written over and over again in multiple languages. The name he was desperately trying to get his friends to understand.
Mwnglui ot shogg
The Eye of the Abyss
The formations move. They aren’t formations.
It is staring at us.