no subject

[The sprawling words. The notifications of messages from him look largely the same.

Both in tone and form. As near as Senua is considered he could be blunt. He could be an ass.

At this point she didn't know, part of her didn't care.]

I could use help with many things.

[The machines confuse and frighten her. Forming new shapes, new light, new terrors and wonders.

More so with the apparent lack of people operating them.]

I suppose to start, what did you do after you first arrived?

"What does she want? What is she expecting?"
"Direction."