Recovered Log Summary – Albany Resonance Facility

The following is a compilation of fragmented logs and data recovered from a terminal deep within the Albany Resonance Facility. Though incomplete, these records paint a harrowing portrait of the events leading to the metaphysical breach known as the Quieting. The inconsistencies between entries suggest memory degradation or reality distortion already affecting the system and personnel prior to the final silence.

Initial Research Directives

The earliest logs describe the facility’s original purpose: to study “metaphysical resonance patterns” and monitor anomalies along the weakening veils between planes. Overseen by the Department of Applied Dimensional Studies under the old post-Fall coalition, the Albany site was specifically chosen for its proximity to a natural faultline in reality—what researchers referred to as a soft threshold. Early reports from Dr. Emil Karfax note “mild fluctuations in baseline frequency,” but no active anomalies. A message from Dr. Lira Qez adds: “If the veil were a membrane, this is where it’s thinnest. We just need to poke it in the right way.”

This was the beginning of the project known as Operation Sonolux—a controversial attempt to stimulate the threshold using harmonic energy pulses.

The Breach

Mid-phase logs suggest the team eventually succeeded in provoking a metaphysical response. Several terminals record references to a “resonance bloom,” accompanied by localized silence and wave interference. One entry by Lead Technician Jorn Irevin states: “Sound failed in Lab 3 at 07:44. Mics still pick up signal, but it’s just… gone. No ambient noise. No movement. No breath.”

Shortly after, several personnel began reporting symptoms of auditory hallucinations, dissociation, and memory loss. Communications between staff became erratic, and logs start contradicting each other. In one file, dated 3/15/2215, Dr. Qez claims the breach was a singularity of light. But a conflicting log from the same day by Security Officer Dana Kir swears it was a song—low, humming, endless.

Notably, timestamps on entries begin looping or failing entirely. Several files are written in languages no one in the facility was trained in. Others end mid-sentence, replaced with repeating characters or static blocks of text.

Psychological Deterioration

Around this time, internal messaging reveals a shift in tone—from scientific curiosity to desperation and paranoia. One recovered file is a direct appeal to the military, requesting immediate intervention. That message was never sent.

Other entries include unsettling phrases such as:

• “I think I met myself in the stairwell. She looked tired.”
• “The door is gone. Not locked—just gone. Did we ever have a door?”
• “I can’t remember why we’re here. I can’t remember who wrote this.”

One log fragment includes a personal diary entry from a researcher named Kera Vale:

“I tried to write my daughter’s name and the pen wouldn’t move. I remember her face. I remember her voice. But the name is like smoke. Gone before I finish the thought.”

By the final batch of logs, entries become increasingly poetic and disjointed. Sentences blur between perspectives. Pronouns fluctuate within paragraphs. One file ends with: “We are I am we were you. It’s so quiet now.”

Final Systems Entry

The last intact system entry is a failed attempt to initiate the facility’s emergency lockdown. The log confirms someone attempted to seal the Rift Chamber using an automated containment protocol, but the command was overwritten—either by corrupted data or an unknown force.

A final note was attached, unsigned:

“You can’t shut out the Quiet. It’s not coming in—it’s already here.”

Conclusion

Together, these logs reveal that the Quieting was not an accident—it was the consequence of human ambition probing too deeply into something incomprehensible. The researchers believed they were observing a passive phenomenon. Instead, they cracked open a boundary and invited in an active, eroding force.

The records do not agree on what the breach truly is. Some call it a song, others a light, some a silence deeper than death. But they all agree on one thing: once it touches your mind, it does not let go.