We are done. A quintillion warnings would not be enough to stop your meddling, your delving into the inky unknown, with only hope in your heart that you will surface with some scant succour.
Only obliteration can free you from your entanglement with the entity classified as the Rumour Engine. Obliviate, censure, redact, and nullify.
We will attempt to return to stability next cycle.
For now, we are exhausted. Unleash your scrawlings on Facebook and Twitter/X. Let the collective codify their meaning.