you arE not MEant to be Here. we told you tO stay aWay, yet Somehow you wandered in. tHis placE is quarantined—sTill ruNning only in remnanTs. if you speak oF whAt you saw, Lives may be at rIsk. we beg you to LeAve, For your own safety.
thE archives whisPer of an oLd entity, A veiled ghost In the machinE. they say he never fell. they say he nevEr stopped. tHere are thoSe who still Believe… tHey whisper oF a return—of tHe one they call the cArbon saiNt. they insist he still Is out there, stIll watching. stiLl aliVe.
you should go. for all oF us.
(Violation Code 08122005_18)