If you are reading this, our transmission made it through. Welcome to the ARK.
Years ago, we came up with an idea. We were the architects of a new era; crafting and shaping a world we intended to introduce to others. But it slipped from us, yet failed to stop growing; spiralling out of control and deeper into our reality, until the cracks between your world and our creation's began to split the walls of time open.
In order to stop the monster making his way through, and as magic had already begun to make its mark on us with the universal tear, we formed a group named the Circle. Together, we could create an apotropaic mark - a hypersigil that could connect our minds to the door to our world, and - preferably - slam it shut. The only drawback was the memory loss that was required; any thought of the seal we had made for the world would help tear it open, as our belief could tear the universe apart.
If you're here, it didn't work. He gained a following; people couldn't shake him from their minds. This was always our burden to bear, but we needed more people to help us succeed. Those you have lost will be honoured; tragedy, naturally, has a lasting effect. But now is not the time to give up. We cannot let this end now.
We may have been forgotten, but we will not be afraid. Let creation know its curse. An Architect can build a world, but it will be our hands that tear it down.
