Drifter's locks, perpetually concealed behind that greasy head band, have gone a sterling grey. The aging of Lightbearers has been the subject of much pontification within the Cryptarchy. Even more so regarding former Lightbearers like myself. But this is the first case of spontaneous aging in the known record. Leave it to Drifter.

I am now confident in concluding that the Vex are merely a vector for the time distortions we've witnessed. My sapient intuition is that the cause will be found beyond the meager confines of our three dimensions. Tangentially, my ship's internal clock now counts using a ternary system, rendering it all but useless.

Not wanting to risk another acute thermal event aboard my ship, I chose instead to garner assistance from a Vex expert. Upon my arrival on Nessus, it was not Osiris who answered my call, but Failsafe. Apparently, she recognized my ship's identification and immediately sent an invitation for tea.

It will be a while before Failsafe finishes her analysis of captured Vex remnants. She has generously provided a list of non-poisonous local plant life, and their locations. I hope to pioneer a new blend of Nessian tea while I wait.

Failsafe has finished her work. The most notable result was not digital, but physical in nature. Carbon-dating confirms that multiple components of the Vex frame are different ages, though they were manufactured at the same time. It seems this Vex suffered similar temporal distortions to those that ravaged my ship, and Drifter.

My custom blend of Nessian tea is palatable, and liberal use brings on a pleasant numbness around the lips, tongue and nose. I think Drifter will be delighted by such a culinary oddity. I have vacuum sealed a generous quantity for our reunion.

Dedicated observation of the Nessian Schism leads me to believe that Maya's control over the Echo of Command has begun to dwindle. I witnessed several groups of Vex roaming in loose bands, seemingly without patrol routes. I saw one Goblin sit on the ground and watch an insect with childlike interest for some time.

I discovered a group of Choral Vex frames, devoid of life, warped and twisted, driven into the ground like corpse daffodils in early spring. They were drained of radiolaria, perhaps in a punitive measure. If the Conductor is forced to mete out such draconian punishment, then her hold over the Collective must truly be imperiled.

The Neomunians have reported a theft of Golden Age data similar to the incursions documented by Hidden agents throughout the inner system. Though a byzantine system of cutouts made it impossible to pinpoint the source, the modus operandi points to Maya Sundaresh and the Choral Vex.

Maya's system-wide pursuit of Golden Age technology, while effective on its face, belies an underlying desperation. It calls to mind a scientist frantically changing the conditions of their experiment to elicit the hypothesized results. Whatever stratagem Maya used to overextend herself—whatever Faustian bargain she made—has clearly left her weakened.

Failsafe's final scans on the Minotaur remains show micro-clustering of unknown subatomic particles in conjunction with trace exposure to Kα iron emission. She stated that while the material was too lossy for reconstruction, even after p-hacking the data, we can deduce that the subject was exposed to large quantities of dark matter.

After much cajoling, Drifter agreed to assist in surveying dark matter emissions within the system. None that I visited coincided with the presence of Maya Sundaresh or her collective. The final set of coordinates led off into empty space.

The dark matter emissions at the outer edges of the system seem to move in a path, a trail… a ribbon… of energy. I have alerted Ikora, who agrees that this warrants further inquiry. She is currently, and I'm sure non-coincidentally, investigating similar radiation in the trans-Neptunian belt.

I h4vE follow3d ThIS#111#01001001 01001001 01001001 [ERROR]
ribbon of energy ##01001001 01001001 01001001 signature keys to the time dilation surrounding 01001001 01001001 01001001 but to no avail [ERROR]
lead you toward 01001001 01001001 01001001space [ERROR]