it's radiating some sort of eldritch "read me" energy at us, but it's unreadable. J. K. Rowling and Aleister Crowley are masters of prose compared to L. Ron Hubbard (or whoever actually wrote this slush.)
if we get "read me" energy off something this low-quality—something that featured in our past, too—often that means there's some particular little thing within that's bound to seem unusually meaningful and maybe a valuable trigger to an old memory. maybe we should take a bibliomantic approach.
~Chara
