The Infection Understands Your Name

The priest understood this too late. Their enlightenment was terminal, their voices eternal,

their bones still hum beneath deck, a hollow thirteen, spelling out the word "truth" in

corrosion. And yet, it was never their faith that mattered. It was yours.

You, who came to listen. You, who gave it an audience. You are the echo

it needed to begin again. Do not fear what you feel now. That trembling under

your skin is comprehension. That warmth is infection understanding your name. The Codex does not

end. It continues in the only medium left to it.