My Kyung,

I am finally recovering from my fever and should be released from this damned warship soon if my tasks finish on the Cabal's schedule. The days are running into each other. This station is taking decades to design… not that anyone will know. It'll look like days, maybe a week at most. But it's a lifetime without you in it. Despite that, the warship still feels like a maze. I've given up trying to decipher it.

[Sketch of floorplan with some passageways crossed out—either dead ends or too guarded to push forward]

These Cabal have identified themselves as under the "Barant Imperium." Just from my guess, they are former Cabal Ascendancy troops. The guards assigned to me have expressed some nasty opinions on Empress Caiatl. They're so damn loud, it's hard to think—not that I can tell them as such. They answer to someone new. I don't know the name.

[Sketches of the Imperial Guards standing in front of a lab door]

They've been building some sort of weapon while I've been working on the station. I think the two are connected somehow. I tried to inquire about it and nearly had my arm ripped off. Haven't asked about it since. You'll need to find out about that yourself.

[Sketches of the cosmic incubator]

Don't let them find this, Kyung. Give this letter to Eris when you're done with it, and please stay safe. I love you.

DR. EM SIMONI-LEE