12 Aug Beacons: The Fortlight Crossing

For during times in the distant paths, you have been the machine that had me made, I had been the machine that had made you, our souls, mechanically crafted by these machines, only able to be mended by these machines, and nothing more. Since then, we all know that your soul has broken, shattered, and lie in pieces, within a time and place far from which you exist. Fine lines of odd space-time, and fates indefinitely bound us from what was once to be, but even this, goes without saying. But now my mechanical vessel, somehow still attached to these pieces that lie scattered across some scattered trail. These pieces will never be re-assembled, for they are a creation of the old era, the past, and cannot exist within this time. But with these pieces, I shall build, with what you have left behind, some magnificent creation of tracking, a new sort of search-light, a detector made up of odds that do not dwell within this world, ran by something more sinister and dangerous, yet with a pure cause. For my vessels are soon to ache, and with the darkest hour in the near distance, and you no longer of this time, what was once un-finished will soon be done. For the new Dawn will bring only death to me, a violent and a painful death, yet salvation in the end.