Arlos

To whomever finds this...

I followed the tide to a place the maps don’t mark.
There, among rusted hulls and ticking trees, I found machines unlike any seen in the world above.

Gears moved with the grace of sea creatures. Tools fashioned from shell and brass danced to music I couldn't hear. And etched into the stones—schematics, diagrams, ideas. Not just machines. Worlds.

I’ve copied what I could. Prototypes. Fragments. Tests.

If you're reading this, then you're the next to find them.

May the tide guide you.