Log Date: Day 7

Location: Euclid Galaxy, Onzonevrad Expanse Region, Star System Beta.


It sees me. It sees through me. It is me, but it's not. And it doesn't, and I know it can't possibly see because it has no eyes. But it's so unique, not a sphere, but some shape with too many sides to count, small triangles like glass over the surface of it. The molten red color beneath its surface is both calming and enthralling at the same time. It fills me with a desire that was not unlike what I had experienced before. A desire to seek, a desire to learn, a desire to understand. And yet a basic part of me tells me to run. To turn tail and flee. This is beyond my current comprehension, I know, and my body rejects it. It leans towards self preservation above all else, above my own wants and desires. I stay rooted to the spot out of sheer will power. The pyramid opens and releases a small white orb. It speaks to me in a language I have never heard before, not even from the other species. I can only assume this is its own language, something it made on its own accord. The primal yet elegant tongue washes through my ears and shakes me to my very core. It almost sounds like a song...

Can this be real? How can something so simple, so delicate, be so powerful and... dare I say, omniscient? How can it know me so thoroughly? More importantly, how can I tell it knows me? Am I a part of it? Is it a part of me? My questions go unanswered, the air stilling save for the hum of the interface station and the messy sounds of the red shape shifting and constantly remolding its surface. The song picks up again, the message on loop. It's like a lullaby, I decide. A lullaby for the cosmos. A wish for peace. I nearly cry. So innocent, yet so vast and all-knowing. How? The mystery would only unravel for me if I follow this path. I was to give up my freedom to follow the path of knowledge. Why does this sound oddly familiar...? I have no choice but to accept this path that was laid out for me. After all, if I truly cherish knowledge, then I certainly wasn't about to turn down an opportunity like this. With a small turn, I head back to my ship, knees weak and limbs made of lead.

What had I done?