Voidsenders

Journal entry #103: Today, I wanted the day off. But apparently that just doesn't exist on this ship. Hmph. I guess I'll hide onboard and attempt to look busy, I guess. In this entry, I attempt to elucidate the Voidsenders based on a direct translation from an entry within The Diaries of Hog, a tremendous feat for such a difficult to interpret script and language, if the Jekalomora call this a language at all. Also includes comments from yours truly. Read on if you can.

Translated:

43 Aagonom 1194 (which I'm assuming is an address)

My matriarchal figure had requested for me not to go so closely to the cracks by the edge of the forest because I will be sucked in by (losely translated) the biggest blackest hole into Downtown Skaoi. I believe she is pulling my (even more loosely translated) limb. I went towards them anyway to impress a member of the female sex because I am literally edgy. When I was by the cracks, I peered in and with my keen sense of smell, I noticed several tall, wispy, darkly clad figures coming from the dark orb at the planet's center. One of these being came straight towards me and slipped through the crack, extended two bony (same loose translation) limbs, and shook me hard, screaming a warning in my native tongue, (untranslatable, blurred text). It looked around in panic with its one eye and then swiftly vanished back through the crack. According to our culture's mythology, voidsenders are a sign of doom, but I am upset because my fashion is not nearly as good. Smell is still my best and only sense. I will die ugly.

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Dr. Rosalie F. Wyndenhart, Visiting Professor of Astrobiology and Ornithology