Deeper and deeper I venture. I have heard terrible shrieking coming from deep within this ruin. My worst fears are confirmed—something has taken shelter here. Something from beyond time, immortal and deadly. Or, perhaps, there's an extraordinarily old and creaky device herein that needs calibration. The former does seem more dramatic and poetically appropriate though. Only time will tell, I suppose. Also, tell my brother that he was always in my thoughts. I bequeath all my worldly possessions to him. Unless, of course, I survive. Neramo