**Message to Survivors:**
Survivors...time is slipping through our fingers like sand in this relentless void. I write to you from the shadows of our encampment, where the darkness swallows the last remnants of hope. The faint hum of our PDA's is the only reminder that we’re still here, still fighting against the bleak.
If you can decipher my words, you’ll understand my urgency. I sense the pull of the unknown, a path whispering to me from beyond the veil of despair. It’s a risk, but the darkness is a cruel mistress, and I can no longer linger in its suffocating embrace. We’ve heard the tales—the murmurs of what lies beyond the flickering lights of our "head-screens". Some say there’s a glimmer of salvation, hidden away from the prying eyes of the Lag Monster. I must venture forth, but I cannot face this abyss alone. I need your guidance, your wisdom.
Listen closely: when the shadows swirl and the winds howl, remember the stories of the ancients. They spoke of a place where the sun rises anew, far from our current plight. If you sense the direction I must take, perhaps it’s where the light first breaks through the horizon—a place lost to time, yet still lingers in the whispers of the wind. The winds carry secrets, and in the depths of this darkness, I feel their breath. I can’t stay here much longer, and I must choose my path wisely. Look to the signs, dear friends, for my journey begins soon. I will take a step into the unknown, and if I don’t return, remember me as one who dared to seek beyond the bleak.
Stay vigilant, and keep your PDAs humming. I’ll be counting on you to decipher the clues I beamed to all of your PDAs. Together, we may yet survive this nightmare another day.
signed a weary traveler, seeking the dawn.