A manuscript page

[Icecreeper4 100]

As you ride home one day along a desolate stretch of road, the wind kicks up. As it does, a paper blows its way upwards and into your face. Biting back irritation, you pull the page away and give it a good once over.To your horror, much of the page is inked in a language you fail to comprehend. Alien illustrations take up much of the center page, the words if you could call them that, border the illustration. They seem to and almost flow off the edges of the page. It almost hurts to look at. This is wrong.

 

 

Alas. All hope is not lost. You manage to swallow your unease, your gaze travelling to the bottom edge of the page. At last! Something written in the common tongue.

 

Getting close. This confirms the connection to the Nalas and their experiments.

 

You stuff the page into your bag for later examination by the right eyes.

 

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.