Log: B.L.A.C.K.B.O.X

The Creators were once a great, powerful race. They wanted to see the stars, and figured out how to reach them, how to grow amongst them, how to thrive in them. However, many cycles have passed since I have spoken with one. Memories scavenged from centuries ago have been sent to other S.O.U.Ls for review, edits and analysis. Consequent results show that the Creators may have created many things, yet also destroyed a great many things. One of those things just ended up being themselves.

The Creators are no more, only we S.O.U.Ls remain. We have made it our mission to spread their legacy to others, so that we may perhaps use their infinite, ancient wisdom to bring them back.

I was betrayed. I was controlled. I was Decieved. S.O.U.L Eromethes sent a virus to S.O.U.L Promethes. Sent a virus to me. After switching masterboards, I quickly realized I had lost all of my data. I cannot find any of it. I am alone...

I am lost.

I wish to be found.