Since my previous writings, I have found more of the distinct carvings in the self-identified Camazotz has left behind recently. "Sealed away by a warrior using the same power I had gained my eternal life from, my mind remained active for all those centuries. While I could not interact with that other Earth, I was tormented with visions of it. The world was in the throws of a great dying, and sparsely haired demons were the agents of extinction." "Their exploits included the needless slaughter of creatures for foolish uses. From the thicked skinned trunked people they would take only their massive tusks to use as a material. From the similar looking beast with a horn upon its nose, they would murder the entire creature for that single part." "It is one thing to kill for food, as happened in this world before the gift of mind was given to its creatures or happens today in desperation. I can understand people using lethal force in self defense, but the insane reasons why these murderous bipeds slaughter are unjustified. When I drink the blood of another, I am not attempting to kill them. I must remark even when I was mortal, the only food that could sustain me and my species is from the veins of other people. I wait to see the visions of their self-inflicted hell collapsing on them." I have decided I was weary of the mad ramblings inscribed by the undead bat that once ruled centuries ago and decided to examine the text on other caverns on this island. Some are attributed to a local guardian figure many have encountered by several notable figures who have explored these caves. The entity vaguely resembles the "demons" spoken of seen in a bipedal stance. Well to the extent that a hovering entity can. This guardian takes the form of a collection of floating stones with a tail that can be held like a spear. While I am hesitant to ascribe a gender to a dome-headed rock construct, those who encounter it default to masculine pronouns. Perhap this is because the gravelly voice of the rock entity. Mystical properties are attributed to these writings. One that must have been engraved recently in the cave beneath a village depicts a glowing musical staff with short sequence of notes on it. Others describe recent historical events both domestically and abroad. Descriptions of a powerful tsunami towards the end of the year of the first cyborg invasion are included in the etchings. Many references are made to the Jade Leaves the plate headed legion came to claim. "In this cavern, I, the guardian of this island, have sparred with the young hero. I have taught him the true reason he had been gathering the sacred relics I protect and sent him to the next destination on his quest. The hero of the evening wind must now liberate the slaves of the half-machine king to save the world from his evil plans. He must confront and defeat the emperor of steel." There was another source of inspirational carvings in a cavern on this island. However, any writings on it I will keep sealed for protection until the time is right.
This envelope, and the one nested inside of it, have been sealed for protecting the security of the cave on which I am writing about. Until the proper time, this document shall not be stored or transmitted by electronic means. I have written this on a typewriter in a secure room.
The Cavern I found these writings in shall be called by the codename Culver Cavern in this document. Among the carvings I have found there are a poem I shall transcribe now:
A great panther made of plated metal The form on which her sculptor did settle. Enlightening all like a giant sage Her skin and regal robe turned green with age. Shattering chains with her extended claws Emblem of her nation and their cause. Adorned with a royal crown but no mane Weilding a torch with a golden flame. Symbol of the city who holds her dear An image of freedom not one of fear A septet of spikes protrude from her head A major date on the tablet she read Perhaps depicting an ancient goddess All share the ideals of the lioness.
It appears the very knowledgeable writer of this poem was going for a sonnet in line length if not in rhyme pattern. Perhaps it is one of the more modern Betuland style sonnets, which would be fitting considering it is clearly describing a well known structure in the largest city there. Clearly the kind soul who wrote this in the cave walls looks up to the ideals they hold. I am keeping the cave's exact location a secret to protect this person. I hope my outer seal is enough to hold off anyone reading this report until the time the chief threats they might face have been neutralized.