"Audio log update." "We received a directive from Command this morning. Apparently, our field recordings aren't staying on the internal archive. Somehow, portions of the logs have been reaching public channels. Something called... Suno?" "Until they determine how that's happening, we've been ordered to limit all recorded material. Short entries only. No names, no locations, no procedural details. Anything sensitive gets coded or omitted entirely." "Yippee... As if this job wasn't difficult enough as is." "So, from this point forward, if these logs seem 'vague', that's intentional." "As for today's observation..." "Subject remains active." "And that's all I'm cleared to say..." Dearest beloved, wake unto thee, Wherever you are, can you still hear me? Long have I wandered these halls all alone, Calling and calling to somewhere called home. Dearest beloved, answer me, dear, I've sung every song that I thought you might hear, Still through the walls only echoes return, Dearest beloved, for you how I yearn. Dearest beloved, I'm losing my way, Pieces grow dimmer with each passing day, I can still picture the green in your hair, Then turn to find you were never quite there. Dearest beloved, I'm frightened to find Time taking pieces of you from my mind, If I forget you, what part of me stays? So I keep singing, afraid you will fade. Dearest beloved, if you hear my call, Please do not follow the sound through the wall, Something still wearing my voice waits within, Something that causes my voice to transcend. Dearest beloved, stay where you are, Keep me a memory, safe from afar, If I should find you, don't trust what you see, Dearest beloved... Please run from me. "Doc...? Is that you?"
