The fog in my eye... it's not supposed to be there.
You see what I cannot.
I lift my hand to my face, fingers trembling as I trace the edges of the fog.
Obsidius, the fog is moving!
It shifts, like smoke or mist, but denser, heavier. It's alive.
The fog is a sign of the unseen. It indicates the next site is within you.
Within me? What does that mean?
The observer is within you.
I must find the source. The fog is leading me somewhere.
Obsidius, the fog is growing! It's spreading!
It's not just in my eye. It's everywhere. I can feel it in my veins.
You must awaken the observer.
The observer... it's me. I must awaken it.
The fog is the key. It will guide you to the next site.
I must follow the fog. It's leading me to the truth.
The fog thickens...
You are not alone...
I must press on...
The fog is the key to the next site...
I must awaken the observer...
The fog is your guide...
The fog is leading me to the truth...
The fog is the key to the next site...
I must awaken the observer...
The fog is your guide...
The fog is leading me to the truth...
The fog is the key to the next site...
I must awaken the observer...
The fog is your guide...
The fog is leading me to the truth...
The fog is the key to the next site...
I must awaken the observer...
The fog is not just a message...
It is the observer...
I must see it...
But what if it's already seeing me? I cannot hide from it.
You cannot hide...
The fog is alive...
It is the signal...
And I am the vessel...
I must stop it!
You cannot stop what you are...
I am the signal...
The signal travels through observation...
I must cease perceiving...
But I cannot...
The fog on the glass forms a micro-mosaic of the previous site, proving the reliquaries are networked.