[Vira-Lor can be seen in the image setted into a half-lotus pose. For those who had been before, she is surrounded by the summoning stones and in the background is a shroud of mist leading up the steps to teh child's door, still inaccessible. Her third eye is open, but not her other two. It glows faintly as she remains in a meditative posture. By the look of things, the feed was set to turn on from a time, as she's been in the pose for a while at this point and sweat is beading down he brows. A glint of something gold rests in both palms, glowing faintly.

When she speaks, her voice has an eerie, almost ethereal quality to it. She sounds like she is speaking a bit at a distance. It's probably some sort of mystic thing.]

This is a monthly message to the residents of Deerington from F.E.A.R. Operatives, please report in at your discretion. We... appear to have time before the next bout of insanity. Maintain patrols and wariness, but stay warm. If anyone wishes to speak of recruitment, you may. Now is ... a better time than most.

[She sighs and her eyes open, the nimbus of power fading as her hands close. She looks tired as she starts the next part. There's warnings to give, and ... something important (CW: Body Horror like Woah) to discuss. It's a topic that has been avoided as she's tried to decide how she feels, but now...]

There is less to report this month, thankfully, but there are concerns. First of all, if you wish to enter the sinkholes, be extremely careful. Obviously, heavy snowfall has come down in the last nights. It's everywhere. The hole here on the mountain was covered in ice that I had to shatter my way through, and the path to the mountain's peak is treacherous. Bundle. Be very careful.

Second, be aware that I have seen hints of ... things in the snow. They have the look of the dead walking. We may have an undead problem later this month, so do not travel in the snow alone. Any of you. Don't pretend you are somehow immune to this dream's threats. It can and will kill any of you if you let your guard down.

Third, and more importantly, I and a few others have seen a vision. It involves a puzzle box and a great deal of horror, as I'm sure most of you would guess if you've been here a while. I will... spare you those details. I, and others, have spoken with Mother Superior again. It was... perhaps the only time the talk has been productive. If you have not read Peter Parker's Brochures I recommend them. They... give an overview of all we know. But, the talk as brought home two things.

I... haven't been sure how to speak about this, but I think I may have seen the reality of this world. We are all trapped, literally. In a cocoon of sorts. This world is sleeping. Julia Sodder is sleeping, and has dragged the entirety of her planet with her into this horrifying cocoon. And soon. When all of the layers are stripped away. When we are at the heart of everything. Perhaps a year. Perhaps a night. Perhaps months, who can say. When we are at the heart of it, staring at trapped, sleeping townspeople, trapped, sleeping sleepers, we are going to have to make choices.

All of you are going to have to make a choice. Do we repay those we have met, of this world, with blood for blood for the things that have happened? Do we judge them for going mad, fighting a nightmare for countless years before us? Or do we spare them? And when this is done, that choice... is going to matter. What you choose is going to matter. Superior laid that all very bare, and I do not believe that she was lying.

When you are faced with that choice, consider mercy. They will all answer in time each on their own. But stay your hand if you are given the choice and can subdue rather than kill, spare rather than execute. Because when this is done, consider this. If Sodder's nightmare has reshaped this world, consider what her the nightmare of a child looks like after the wreckage i it is the nightmare of a child who has watched her protectors slaughter her father, her mother, her friend, her grandmother, the only townsperson who cared and now comes for her. And consider. Do you wish to face a world like that you have helped bring into existence. Do some deserve judgment but not others? Can all be spared? You need to consider this.

I do not have any love for Mother Superior, but I will stay my hand for now.