What secrets of the whole lie within this small fraction?
TYPE: AUDIO RECORDING
PARTIES: One  Ghost, designate unknown. One  ERR//MissData.err, designate Rhulk.
ASSOCIATIONS: Light [Ghost]; Darkness [Rhulk]
R: What is it? Ah… yes. One of Savathûn's new curios. A fraction of that imperious sun. A facet of a sphere. A segment of adversary.
G: Yes, hello? As I told the assortment of arthropods earlier, I don't think I'm supposed to be here.
R: Blessed ignorance. What of the past remains when all is wiped away? Only the gaps.
G: Oh, no. I think you're confused. I'm new.
R: Once: stimulus-response, writ large over the age of galaxies. And now, asymmetry in fractal perfection. What turbulence mars your pattern?
G: …If it's all the same, I'd really rather leave.
R: Freedom comes in knowing the thing. Isn't that what she says? But you are unknown. To the universe. To your creator. Even to yourself. Isolated—past, present, future.
G: Please don't remove that. I like the expressiveness it lends me.
R: Have you spawned? Cast your spores to the wind, lone wanderer? What gametophyte exists wherein they could partner?
G: I–I think… yes, I believe I am looking for a partner.
R: Leviathan under glass. But with it, perhaps a fraction topples the whole. Crack a facet, crack the face. A sliver of Light within.
G: Ah, yes, there is! I am meant to share it with someone worthy.
R: Rejoice. I have worth beyond worth!
G: DISCIPLE OF THE DARK.
G: THIS ONE IS NOT FOR YOU.
R: RRRARGH! Too bright!
R: Nothing but scrap? They refuse to let their secrets be taken. Only given.
R: Poach another curious fruit from the witch's collection. They cannot, as a race, all deny our worth.