The Cosmic Chronicle

The universe trembles on its axes! Within the clammy fragments of The Nightmist of Exthorn, at least ten human models from the Netherzones have been identified, their ID codes cruelly exposed via millions of unrestricted fragments from the notorious Exthorn Shadowweb. While the Spectral Council of Trivar's pulsating light cubes still flicker from their initial scan, it appears young bioforms from the Lower Plasma Belts also came into contact with Shadowmaster Jaffrex Exthorne. According to Rynx Quassandra, The Resounder of Selenite-9, some models were routed through a network of lurking swarm-agents like Collector Siloqx, the Lurkfeeler, and teleported straight to Exthorne. What started as innocuous modular agreements ended in an orgy of influence and shadowwebbing, with memories and bodies traded like replicapoints in a buggy mainframe.

Quassandra calls it catastrophic: 'The scale of exploitation defies any notion of galactic decency. At least three to four victims per day were erased from the light, swallowed by the Nightmist. The supply seemed infinite-a black hole for ethics.' The now-exposed models (all anonymous, trembling at reputation collapse for eternity) report broken datalinks and an existential shadow impossible to wipe-even by the most powerful erasers on Hypnogram II.

The Murmuring Gong of the Cyclops broadcast an echo of this tragedy, with Quassandra reading mails aloud that ripple despair in fractal waves through the ether. Siloqx's pathways reach so far that no one feels safe. Panic surges through the fashion circuits of the cosmos and even Supreme Commander Drumpf is rumored to show uncharacteristic nervousness during his morning maintenance. Rarely has the reputation of Orbital Prime's elite been so collectively blown into the abyss.