ENTRY #354H:649

On our grueling journey, we traveled through what felt like endless nights of Winter. Around every corner, we were confronted by the wreckage of ages past, but our faith grew stronger as we kept witnessing the signs .-- .. - .... / --. .-. . .- - . .-. / .- -. -.. / --. .-. . .- - . .-. / ..-. .-. . --.- ..- . -. -.-. -.-- .-.-.- As we carried on, we’d heard whispers amongst other travelers, lost amongst the seemingly never ending temptations along the way, of The Protectorate. By the way it was spoken of, it sounded like a preserved oasis, hidden away from the crumbled remains of the Old Guard.

Mysteriously, the signal strength .... .- ... / .. -. -.-. .-. . .- ... . -.. / ... .. --. -. .. ..-. .. -.-. .- -. - .-.. -.--

If you are receiving this -... .-. --- .- -.. -.-. .- ... - --..-- / ... .. --. -. .- .-.. back.