The pictures are disintegrating. I took them on an Instax Mini 13, since obviously any digital format would be too fully susceptible to directed electromagnetic attack. Each was carefully secured face down in the drying album, and made it back to our underground study lab without interference.

Initially the images were legible, but soon began to run and drip. The film itself quickly gained the consistency of graham cracker dunked in milk.

I was able to make charcoal sketches of the images on four of them. Receiving stations, concave mirrors arranged to focus energy from the Boötes Void, 4D printers, headless threaders, empty tombs.

The words in the Sequential Tablets, which define the Mentagrams, are never spoken out loud. The language they are written in is carefully constructed to have no phonetic component. More deeply, we believe these word-thoughts are pre-conscious.

We are continuing to chip away at the translation in our underground study lab in an unrevealed location.