📓 Lusher’s Log 🪼
📓 Lusher’s Log | Entry #∞
April 19 |
Static Tides |
I felt the pull again tonight //:
The hum through the hull //
like something’s awake beneath us//:
The stars aren’t right •
They flicker •
Glitch •
Like old film reels burning in the projector’s light //:
One moment they’re there//
Next//
Gone//:
The compass points north//
But I know we’re nowhere near north//:
StormiJ said we’re anchored near the Port of Echoes//
But I swear I saw it move//:
The ruins//
Shifting just beyond the mist//:
At 20:30://:
The signal will peak//
The tape told me that •
Played itself last night •
While I slept •
I saw the Level ∞ cabinetagain//:
Heard the chant://
"Feed the flame, never leave, never name…"
I found something in the static today //:
A coin •
Not one of ours •
It’s marked with a jellyfish //
Just like my dreams//:
I think I’m supposed to play tonight….
If I don’t write again //
You’ll know I found it //:
Or it found me://:
🔱📼🌊
📓 Lusher’s Log | Entry #∞.2
April 20 |
Signal Bloom |
20:30 came//
And the hum changed//:
It wasn’t just below us anymore ://:
It was in the air//:
Vibrating through the cutlery • Through bone •
Even StormiJ felt it//:
She said my voice flickered//:
She said I flickered •
We tried to record it //
But the tape only caught sea static and laughter ://
Not ours //:
• Then the cabinet opened •
I didn’t move •
I didn’t breathe•
It opened to me •
Inside://
A spool of film •
Unlabeled •
Wrapped in coral thread •
And that sound //:
Like old data dreaming….
StormiJ touched the cabinet//:
It sparked ://: and whispered://
“LEVEL NOT RECOGNIZED//TRACE ABANDONED.”
• She backed away •
Said it wasn’t hers to hear//:
But it is mine:\\
The coin is still in my palm//
Warmer now//
It pulses like it’s counting down//
Or up://:
📓 Lusher’s Log | Entry #∞.3
April 21 |
Dream Reruns |
The film played itself//
I didn’t thread it//
Didn’t touch the projector//
It just…
Began//:
Flickering scenes in colors I don’t know names for//
Moments I don’t remember living ://:
But recognize like scars//:
A hallway of water •
Mirnaya upside down •
StormiJ in a dress made of moonlight//
Reaching out ://: not to save me…
But to remind me//:
Then the static came •
Louder than thunder •
Sweeter than music •
And I heard it again://
“You’ve already played this level//
But this time, you might win.”
The coin cracked this morning//
It split, not broken ://:
Unfolded//:
Inside was a map:://
Etched in salt and dream residue •
No names •
No borders •
Just one glyph//
//:TRACE INITIATED://
And beneath that://
“Find the Hollow Wake.”
I don’t know what that means yet//
But I think I’m headed there://:
📓 Lusher’s Log | Entry #∞.4
April 22 |
Hollow Wake |
I followed the map://
Not with my feet//
But with something older than memory//
• Something in the blood •
It took me below decK//
Past sealed doors we’d never opened//
The air there was colder// but aware://
It pressed in like silk soaked in sea •
The Hollow Wake isn’t a place ://:
It’s a moment •
A frequency •
We reached the ballast chamber//:
StormiJ stopped//
She wouldn’t come closer://
Said something was watching //:
I stepped in//
The walls shimmered ://:
Chrome •
Coral •
Bone •
And the floor…
Gone//:
Replaced by water that refused to ripple//
Not a reflection //:
A recording//
And in it// I saw the next truth://:
The ship remembers everything//
Even what we never told it//:
The projector was already there://: waiting//
The film reel spun in reverse//
And I saw myself•
Standing on the dock at Mirnaya •
Not yesterday ://:
somewhere else •
Somewhen •
The signal’s rising again//:
StormiJ says it’s louder now//
In her sleep://:
She called my name •
But not my voice •
She said://:
“You weren’t always you.
But you always return.”
The Hollow Wake whispered a final glyph before fading:
//:ACCESS ΔBY ∞ :/ CORŠAIRA CHAMBER PROTOCOL ENGAGED//:
📓 Lusher’s Log | Entry #∞.5
April 23 |
CoRŠaiRa Chamber|
There’s a door beneath the water//:
We didn’t open it//
It opened to us//
No hinges •
No seams •
Just light ://:
Bent •
Humming •
Aware •
Inside?://:
Silence •
But not emptiness//:
The CoRŠaiRa Chamber isn’t made of metal://
It’s coded in memory//
Walls pulse like sonar—blue //:
Violet •
Obsidian •
Floating glyphs hover midair://:
Ancient •
Flickering •
Some half-rendered…
Like a dream trying to finish itself//
StormiJ stepped forward//:
The room responded •
A voice //
Soft as thunderclouds //
Spoke through the hull://
“This is not the beginning.
This is the memory of a beginning.”
We were shown the ship before it was a ship//
It wasn’t called CoRŠaiRa then//:
It had no name •
No wake •
No crew •
Just intention//:
It wanted to find something//
Or…
Someone//
And I think it found us//:
StormiJ looked at me//
Then whispered://
“We didn’t build the ship.
We became it.”
Suddenly, the glyphs began rearranging.
Forming a new phrase//
//:CORŠAIRA CORE ACCESS GRANTED // TRACE_ECHO_LOOP = 6
There’s more//
A sixth loop •
A sixth log •
And I think this time…
we might actually reach Level ∞.6 ://: