Recovered text from a canyon located in the Void, extrapolated to a deep-ocean ravine in Prodigia. It is unknown what the pages are composed of, but are apparently hydrophobic in nature. Translation by RW through the CONSOLE extends below.
I: DEEP[]
Who are you, o unfortunate soul, to have laid your eyes upon such sundered page? Here, in the corbys, the home of the damned, the chamber of sorrow? What truth do you seek, to have delved into these depths? To control the parasite? To control the fading vestiges of its primordial strength? Your search, then, shall end here. Presently do its tendrils violate the order of nature, despite its own necessity to retain such fragile balance. Millions have perished under its grasp- deprived of their existence, they are forgotten, replaced. A consummation of existence takes shape beyond comprehensible limits. Know that the understanding you wish for stretches beyond truth.
In fact, who is to say that the scratches of a dead man's last wiles are truth at all?
Our leaders wished to understand the parasite, to turn it toward us, to allow its assistance in times of need- in exchange, we would offer it raw elemental energy. The Gifted among our kin were sacrificed in droves to satisfy its hunger. To survive it was of its own mercy- to return, and make another exchange. Fear, to continue living. It seemed that the Gifted who lived could never quite pin down what it was. A monstrosity, to be sure- but how so? Some described scales and fangs. Others, teeth and writhing flesh. Cyst-ridden brawn. Screaming metal. A floating humanoid with hollow eyes. Now I know for myself.
Given sustenance, it becomes a human.
Given freedom, it becomes a god.
Given hunger, it becomes a sea.
An ocean of writhing tentacles, extending across continents. Existing mass overlays upon itself, defiling the very laws of reality. Deprivation of our right to understand reality. Panic and fear emanate from what can be assumed as its core. Overflowing blood shed from wounds caused by relentless assault. It heals, and begins again. Overflowing tentacles across reality. Deprivation of the core of all laws. Granted a right to fear, used to the fullest. It becomes all things, and unmakes you- reduces you to nothing.
Once you are subsumed, you die beyond death.