TRANSCRIPT OF MEMORANDUM 10441046-6-10-21: "?-1999 X-CLASS EVENT" REVISION 10 OF 10 LAST UPDATED 35 YEARS 256 DAYS AGO
Incident type: X-class event
Actions taken: Due to its nature, no action was able to be taken against ?-1999. Anomalies produced from the instance prevent any measures being taken for the safety and security of any personnel. Survivors of the ?-1999 X-class event are encouraged to use any means necessary to ensure that they reach Llyr Station. Personnel with any knowledge of the causes of the event are to report to Chairman Jeyv-ynkev Awakshidar of Communism Brigade 28-12-1044 as soon as possible. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
Event description: ?-1999 occurred on 2021-10-06. 7,200,000,000 casualties were reported in the first two hours. The event [?????? ???????]
For Davidov, it had become more like a dream. He had experienced brief moments of lucidity during his time in the abyss, asking unanswerable questions to nobody in particular. He walked, perhaps marching, at an immeasurably slow pace, further and further into the crevasse. Davidov could no longer tell the difference between days and years.
As he had made his way into the chasm, Davidov had noticed features beginning to appear around him. The surface upon which he stumbled was a featureless dust-plain, almost completely smooth but for the cracks that speckled it. After another eternity, he began to observe that the sky was a solid shell, the atmosphere hovering silently above the infinite expanse.
Davidov lost and regained consciousness uncontrollably, too many times for him to note or count. He sometimes awoke after many weeks to find that he was in the same place - not that he could recognise where he was anymore. It was at one point during his interminable journey that he started to notice a soft hum approaching him, almost inaudible. Each time he recognised it, the sound seemed to deform itself, becoming gradually louder and louder. Starting small and weak, it became loud after an uncountable number of aeons to the point that he felt his legs buckling, and his eardrums ceased to function. Davidov felt his mouth fill with bile.
But he continued forward into the unbounded plain. Every few years, he saw the solid atmosphere crack open and vomit diseased, orange light onto the path in front of him. If he was unlucky, he would be caught in it, and be paralysed for days with ungodly pain.
After an indeterminate number of eternities Davidov felt a calmness in the chaotic hiatus surrounding him; he felt the vibrations of the hum cease, and his legs stopped burning with agony. He opened his weary eyes.
The sky shattered. Streams of multicoloured light bled out of the endless void. Davidov could see thousands of flat planes dotting the sky, phasing through each other, merging their atmospheres in flashes of incandescent brightness. He fell to his knees, and let his arms hang by his side.
In the centre of the abyss, he saw the creature. Faceless, it turned toward him, its blank gaze burning into his psyche. A maw rose out of its infinite body, and within the vast gap cathedrals of human flesh spiralled inwards, beckoning to Davidov with its thousands of warped limbs. For each long arm, millions of suction cups, ringed with teeth and barbs, peered out of the clear darkness, taunting him. Davidov found himself with his senses suddenly restored, and his body felt completely numb. He shut his eyes and prayed for his own salvation.