Let the anomaly read that .
I wrote it down. Of course I wrote it down. That’s the curse. citdas note
So here is my note — the one they didn’t ask for, the one folded into my boot heel: If you find this, burn the archives. Not because the truth is dangerous, but because the truth is hungry. The anomaly doesn’t want to destroy us. It wants to be documented. Every note, every scan, every desperate whisper in a soldier’s log — that’s not intelligence. That’s a prayer, and something is answering. The tide is rising again. My lens-eye sees the water turning violet at the edges. I will file my final report in twenty minutes. Let the anomaly read that