ENTRY 07A – PERSONAL JOURNAL ARCHIVE // ORIGINFALL-04

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>>> SUBJECT: MOLARI, JARA // LOG ENTRY #13 – FINAL TRANSMISSION RECOVERED POSTHUMOUSLY

>>> DECRYPTION STATUS: COMPLETE // SOURCE: LOCAL CORE DUMP

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[BEGIN ENTRY – TIMESTAMP: YC125.317.01:22 GST]

It was never about finding the truth.

That’s the part I misunderstood.

I thought I was chasing a revelation. A secret locked behind radiation and myth and entropy.  

But it wasn’t secret. It was *known.*

The Senate knew. The Theology Council knew.  

Even the Caldari boardrooms knew—they ran projections.

The Triglavians carved it into recursive echoes.

The Minmatar sang it under layers of symbolism.

The pirates? They laughed and sold it like junk.

Everyone knew.

They just didn’t care.

I found the buried baseplate. I matched the T.SOL.8057 tag across five different language trees.  

I found Amarr scripture fragments marked "Do Not Return."

The blackbox I’m attaching loops one phrase—over and over:

> “We’re still here.”

We thought the Gate led to Earth.

But Earth was always here. Beneath the Gate.

Dead. Burned. Judged. Sealed.  

Forgotten by design.

And now I know what the worst part is.

It’s not that I’ll die for this.

It’s that it doesn’t matter.

Not to the Federation.

Not to the Capsuleers.

Not even to the people who once called it home.

I’m broadcasting this to five off-grid nodes. One might survive.

If you find this...

I hope you care.

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>>> FILE TAG: ORIGINFALL-CRITICAL // FINAL RECORD

>>> CROSS-LINK: ENTRIES 02B, 05A, 10B

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