Gathering of Minds [K'Hara]

[Sh'ozak Ma'hk'null]

The nature of the Graves is one of protecting without from within. We once had access to a manifest within the Great Sphere, a list of every Grave and what each contained. We can no longer access it, and few minds remember it's contents. We know of one, deep beyond the nebula wherein we survive, which houses a song of Death. We know not what sings it, yet we know that all that hear it will have the spark of life torn from them. We used it as a trap wherein those that hunted us after the Collapse would be netted. We heard the echoes of the screams of those who experienced it, their dying wails scraping at our own life.

We know of another memory, echoes. A machine the size of the smallest animals that scrapes away at all things to replicate itself, sparing no matter, no energy, and no entity from it's hunger. To starve it is impossible, to contain it is improbable, and in a Grave it remains. A single one can create a swarm which would devour all things in reality. These are the natures of those things within Graves, those that are entombed because they cannot be destroyed. We know not what the Schemer hunts. We know only that those things pose the truest of threats to us now, more so than Darkness could be capable of, more so than Gravekeepers do now. Graves hold Death, and to open a Grave is to unleash Death. We therefore come to the conclusion that it is a necessity to keep the Graves sealed, and if we have already failed at that, then we must form futures to survive, and to recontain the Deaths that are unleashed.

Tell us now, what plans you have set in motion.