- .-. .- -. ... -- .. ... ... .. --- -. / .-. . -.-. . .. ...- . -..

The Event Horizon is now in sight, growing ever closer. For some unknown reason, as inhabitants of the Protectorate, we’ve begun receiving telepathic communication. We’re experiencing familiar feelings of home, and adventure all at once. Euphoric beyond words, the Elders have begun to mobilize anyone capable of getting near. The source of the communication seems to be emanating directly from the Event Horizon itself, it’s pull is completely inescapable.

The message seemed to be all we could see. Almost as if it was downloaded directly into our consciousness, and displayed through our eyes, it read: .-- . -. ..--..”

The energy was unparalleled, it felt as if the air was supercharged with wonder and mystery.

We’re close to the Event Horizon, we can feel it. We may be unsure of what it means right now, but what we do know now, is that the Protectorate awaits what’s on the other side.

Plebians, Conscripts, & Wardens, stand ready.

⚠️ Attention, Everyone ⚠️

The Elders advise that our notifications are flipped on, as we’re closing in on the Event Horizon.