Zxyplt’s Arrival

Static electricity crackles all around you as you lift your gaze. Just moments ago, a deafening roar echoed everywhere, and now it feels as though all the sounds of the valley have quieted. The air feels heavy and dense.

You squint, and through the valley mist below, you discern a massive figure. Its edges are blurry, but it seems as if this building-sized entity is moving...

After a moment, you notice three bright, pinpoint lights shining from the darkness. They resemble three large eyes, staring intently at you.

They see you, and they seem to look right through you.

Suddenly, you hear a sound that seems to come from everywhere. Like unoiled, screeching gears grinding on brass bells.

You hear the voice addressing you personally:

⌬⏚⌖⍀ ⌓⍜⋆⋒ ⍙⏁⍌⍜⏚⍠ ⍙⏁⍉ ⏛⍌⏁⏚ ⌓⍜⍉⍟ ⌖⍀ ⏚⍜⋒ ⍌⍀⍉⍟ ⋔⏚⍀⏚ ⌖⍌⏚⍜⏛ ⌓⏛⍉ ⋆⋒ ⍌⏁⋔⍜⋒ ⋆⋔⋏ ⏛⍀⌖⏚ ⍟⍌⏛⏚ ⍉⋔⌓⍌⍀

You instinctively understand the message. Rising to your feet, you start walking towards the figure with slow but confident steps. In the periphery of your vision, you notice dozens like you walking alongside.

From the shadows of the valley, a pulsating rhythm resounds.

Zxyplt has arrived. It is time to gather.