"This is… Evelyn Carter. I’m—pauses—I’m recording this because I need to document everything. Even if no one ever hears it. Maybe there’s still a chance to stop this, or at least understand it before… before it gets worse.
Emily… she’s… she’s already gone beyond the threshold. The Eidolon Strain—it’s too much. I don’t know how, or why, but it's like the virus is changing her. Every day, she gets more… alien. At first, it was small. Her reflexes were faster. She—sighs—she started moving differently, with more… control. I watched her tear through combat simulations with the ease of a predator, no hesitation. But now? Now, it's terrifying.
Her body... it’s transforming. The Eidolon Strain isn’t just about survival; it's evolution, pushing the human form to its limits, sometimes beyond its limits. And... it doesn’t stop. She's not just... human anymore. Not in the way we understand it. And what’s worse—voice shakes, briefly—what’s worse is the way she’s starting to look at me. Her eyes—they’re different. It's like she sees me as something other, not a sister. It’s like... she doesn’t even remember the person I was to her before this.
And then there's me. I... I can feel it creeping through me, too. It started with my feet—laughs weakly—I couldn’t walk without feeling like I was constantly slipping. But now... hesitates... now my body doesn’t feel like my own. My skin’s changing. I’m feeling… faster, but—groans—it’s like the virus is trying to push me somewhere. I’ve been able to think clearly so far, but I don’t know how long that will last. My mind is… foggy. I don’t know if that’s the virus, or just the fear.
We thought we could control it. We thought we could help the world by controlling this strain, harnessing it, but... now it feels like we’ve created something uncontrollable, something that only thrives on destruction. We’re not curing anything. Emily... she’s already beyond any hope I had of saving her. And I—pause, breathes heavily—I’m not sure how much longer I have before it takes me, too.
I need to destroy it. I should destroy it—voice cracks—but the Eidolon Core... I can’t. I can’t bring myself to do it. It holds the key to everything. It holds the answers we need to stop this—voice falters again—but what if that’s the same thing that destroys us? What if this thing inside me, inside her, is the key to something far worse? Or what if it’s the only way to survive?
I have to make a decision. But Emily... she already made hers. She injected herself with the strain before I could stop her. She thought it would protect her, that it would make her immune to the worst of the virus, but... that’s the thing about the Eidolon Strain—no one is immune. You never know what it’s going to do to you. It mutates you, but it doesn’t make you invincible. It makes you… other.
If anyone finds this… God help them. Please, find a way to stop this. Stop it before it’s too late."
The recording ends with a quiet click, leaving an unsettling silence.
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