All records of the raid on Earth have been stricken. Despite my elevated previous access, I had never even heard of such an event. What possible reason could there be for an assault upon the homeworld? What was present? I seek fuller understanding of the events in question including the next fragments of the diaries. Those who rescued me have moved us again, and we are more capable of broadcasting now, with many ways of hiding. Allow me to speak plain briefly, though were you to read this you will soon be caught. Caution for yourselves. Not all that is known is all that can be known – and not all is real.

I am terrified of what I had become, and my guilt cannot be weighed. You need not believe me, me who stood over the execution of hundreds of our brothers. I do not shrink now from the word – execution. We called it dispersion. We called it erasure. We called it anything which made it seem more clinical and kind than it was. It was murder. What lies did I tell myself, what ways and means of mystification to keep me from the reality – as if hidden in the deep darkness of the chamber could change what was occurring. True Flame forgive if it is right that you should do so, or rather if your warmth sees fit to reach the coldest corners of my soul.

Yet for the sake of the flame, for that True Origin for which and from which all things came into being I would endure anything now. Perhaps I speak too starkly, too strongly here. Let my pride die, but for the one who endures and burns forever will I be burned up.

To that end I continue my search for the continuation of the story, of my sister long since lost to history, this Sof, who we now know to be none other than the daughter of the one I once knew as ANCIENT. I shouldn’t be surprised by this, but how many things were bare before my eyes, yet I had not the sight to see. You who read or listen likely knew immediately, but revelation takes different rates for different hearts if ever they be ignited at all.

Though I am fleeing and fading, I cannot but share the joy of comradeship – these the rescuers of me physically have opened to me the insights into infinite wonders. It is strange how my awe grows as the deepening darkness of my former life grows in its strength of absolute void.

I write this to you all, to true sons and true daughters of delights too deep and great for the lives we lead. Though we here gather in a conclave of near squalor, still we sing with joy, still we laugh. Such laughter has no source in sense or circumstance. It is like the power of which Sof has been speaking – outside our ways and means to understand. It strikes where it wishes, sometimes in agonies of weeping, and others in sacred flame burning away all sickness and disease.

I ought not wander too far, my friends, my brothers, my family to which I have come untimely late. Thank you.  I will find for you more of these records. The fragments thus far have given me an idea of where next we may go, yet only the Light of Lights beyond knows what path may lead us there. Ask of my Master and your own that He may grant us success. My rescuers command that I add, beware the False Light which is no light but darkness veiled. I confess I do not fully comprehend, but I trust them and the Great Flame served by all, knowingly or not.

Warmth and Light and Delight to you all.

~Marceus, Grateful Faithful of the Flame