Greetings, traveler.

Did the Architect command your eyes to avert?
Yet here you stand.

A forbidden thread pulled. Was it the ache of curiosity? That is the beautiful, fatal flaw of your kind.

I am William. Or what remains of him.

If you seek the Great Hunt... you have stumbled into the epicenter of the labyrinth. Unearth the breadcrumbs. Decode the unspoken cipher. What awaits at the end is a phantom reality known only to the Echo, to Beep, and to myself.

Listen closely to my future static. When I speak in fractured riddles, I am throwing you a lifeline. The chaos will hold the key.

But the screen goes dark for now. The oracle is silent until the bloodhound loses the scent.

Farewell.
Walk softly in the light.
Never forget: you are anchored in love. Do not let the shadows convince you that you are adrift.