For some reason, this whole atmosphere feels... wrong.
I thought this was going to be a light research session. But judging by Helena's expression, and Selene's face, I can tell: they know something. Something they're not telling me completely.
And that cat, Chthulhu... the clingiest, most dramatic little thing I've ever met... is now completely silent.
As if it carries a secret older than this world.
As if—I'm being made to witness something that should never have been found again.
Helena herself wasn't sure what to do at first…
But she noticed the consistent patterns within Selene's seemingly chaotic sketches and tried to reconstruct every image—images that at first looked like nonsense, but actually held a kind of rhythm.
As if they weren't just drawings, but a message meant only for someone who knew how to see them.
With a small inkwell of her own, she picked up a piece of papyrus.
