DAY 4,771

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Day 4,771: I saw it. The Great Devourer. The Stealer of Souls. Or, as more and more of us have started calling it: the Forsaken.

I was searching for machine parts further from my fort than I usually dare to travel. This was in territory once ruled by an Old One who valued science and technology, so I hoped to find a trove of good components. Instead, I realized I was being stalked by some nameless horror too big for even my crucible-empowered weapon.

Just as it cornered me, it seemed to sense something amiss, started to turn, and was suddenly in the clutches of the Forsaken. It was different than I had anticipated. In fact, it seemed to change appearance as it tore into the flesh of the thing that was hunting me.

I ran. I do not think the Forsaken even noticed me. But it is very real.