The Echo of the Abyss. ≡v≡ Отправитель: Aleksandra Quartz Дата отправки: 2026.06.07 08:56 Кому: Tau AD, To the Keepers of the Pale Void, Greetings from the shadows of Malukker. I am but a silent scribe of New Eden, known as Alexander Quartz. You did not choose me, yet the tides of the abyss opened your gates, and I stepped through. I see the true face of your empire. It is not built on petty coin, but on cold calculus, beautiful terror, and the ash of shattered worlds. You are the absolute hunger of the low-sec dark, forcing the galaxy to bleed according to your script. No emotion, no hesitation, no mercy. Thank you for the harbor in this lawless eternity. While the engineers repair my hull, my mind reshapes your grim history into eternal word. Each shall behold in the mirror of the abyss that which they are ready to endure. Clear skies to your fleets, and let the cosmic horror consume the weak.
*Across the endless deep they bleed,*
*You leave the mortal laws behind,*
*To feed the raw, galactic greed.*
*No random choice, no chaotic hand,*
*The black horizon bends to fear,*
*Upon the ash of ruined land,*
*The Angels of the Death appear.*
*You shape the war, you write the script,*
*Without emotion, cold and gray,*
*The helpless galaxy is stripped,*
*And torn without a single day.*
*I watch your black, leviathan fleet,*
*From shadows where the truth is born,*
*The calculated grand deceit,*
*Before the star is dead and torn.*
*So let the abyss consume the weak,*
*And let the low-sec iron rise,*
*I am the scribe of those who seek,*
*The brutal truth beneath the skies.*