Last textural reports   A plan of locations   Cross points of agencies   A program of density   Of a force that cannot be determined   Science at this point must become alembic      Magnetic field disturbances   Have irradiated our equipment   We have lost all contact   We are alone   In the shadow of shadows   In the dream of dreams   In the sleep of sleep   I see its form   We have no more time now   We are alone      Final entry report   I have removed all obstacles   That impedes its progress   My duty is to serve the power   That holds me captive   There are no more choices   We have opened a new door   To a new horror that will finally destroy us