The Revelation : Echoes of the Dark Void

A Forbidden Message from the Past

The video log begins.

The screen flickers before stabilizing, revealing a man in his late 40s—disheveled, pale, and weak, sitting in a dimly lit laboratory. The background is cluttered with broken, neglected scientific equipment. His voice trembles, but urgency fills his eyes.

"To whoever finds this—"

He pauses briefly, trying to steady his breath, as though each word costs him strength.

"I don't know if anyone will ever hear this. I don't know if our species will survive what's coming. But if you're seeing this... it means I'm dead. I hope you understand—once, we were a great civilization. We reached for the stars, thought we were masters of the universe, but we were wrong."

He looks off-screen for a moment, his expression pained, as though seeing something far away.

"32 centuries ago, humanity's population was in the trillions. We thrived, expanded, colonized... until the day we learned we were never meant to be free. We weren't alone in the universe, and we weren't prepared for what we found."

He takes a deep breath, his voice cracking.

"We thought we were safe. For millennia, we explored the cosmos, became stronger, more capable. But the truth... the truth was always out there, hiding, waiting to be uncovered. I found it too late—too late to stop what's coming."

His eyes narrow, mixing fear with anger.

"There are beings out there, far more powerful than us. They call themselves gods. And every 10,000 years, they return. They harvest what we've built, they collect us—our souls. They call it The Revelation."

He wipes his face with his sleeve, his voice distant, almost defeated.

"We fought. We struggled to survive. We ran, we hid. But it didn't matter. No matter where we went, they always found us. Always. Until we learned the truth."

He leans closer to the camera, urgency in his voice.

"These so-called gods were no gods at all. They were like us, but more powerful. And they created us—to feed on us. To harvest our souls for their own eternity. We were never meant to thrive. We were livestock. That's why they return every 10,000 years."

His face hardens, a flicker of hope in his voice.

"But we fought back. We found a place to hide—behind the black holes. We built colonies in secret, safe from their gaze. We thought we were safe, but time... time is cruel. Out here, time moves differently. Years pass in the blink of an eye for the rest of the universe, but for us..."

He looks down, exhausted. When he meets the camera again, his voice cracks.

"It's been years for us, though it feels like an eternity. While we've only lived a handful of years, out there, the universe has carried on—3200 years have passed. The Revelation is coming again, and we have just 5 more years before they return."