• There came a time when both the Professor and I had to take a deeper look into the act of H̷̢̢̻̣̜̘̮̹̜̬̤̗͉̄͒̔̉́͆̔̎̑̌̽͜ͅǫ̶̢̨̟͇̬̮͚̲̉p̴̡̢̺̜͖̦̗͈̙̺̝̽͌ë̴̛̻̻͎͈̼̻̤̦̦͔́́̃̐̀̈͠͠; because in other cases among the worlds' we've come across, it runs deep within every living breathing soul that's ever figured that H̶̭̰͚́͌̓̽͗̋̚͠o̴̥͔̯̪̬̯̳̤͙͎̪̓͜ͅp̸̛͚e̴̞̼̞̭̥̭̞̩͗̈́̀͊̽̌̅̏͐̕͝͝ is needed even in the most drastic of times, especially now. However, with the faction system fully disbanded and all members relocated to a fairly new place we can call home; observing other worlds is still a key asset in the tech we've attained these millennia, Realms was and will always been a turning point in that our manpower and technology, as well as our influence to bring other worlds into another is seen as something intimidating and overpowered. With that said, those within Realms have their own H̷̥̪̜͔̙̐͒̿͑̉͆̆̆̃́̕͝͝ͅõ̴̳̜͓̜̩̲͙̱̼̮͙̻̼͎̑̃͌̉̽͗͌͋̚̚̕p̴̧̢̼̠̼̠̹̖̩̖̅͛̆ȩ̸̨͓͙͌̅̅̀͑̀̿̏͘̚̚, however their actions must be on close observation via a stationary team assigned to keep track of the individuals within that universe/dimension and keep them their.

    None Offensive Visual Outpost is a program not stationed within Realms however, but teaming with one of the founders and using their Pet-peeves to establish a full observation package on the individuals within that universe was more than enough seeing as how they didn't "like" our involvement whatsoever.

    With the outpost built within a stable region in this world, there wouldn't be any risk if it's been visited by those individuals within Realm; if they even manage to open up a "portal" of some type into this world, doubt comes, however they've abused portals enough to medicate that they own Realms. This world we inhabit is unlike theirs though, we were only able to enter this place by simply walking into a fragment of itself that existed in our homeworld.

    It's an enigma as far as we can say, although those working within the Novo program managed to gain a sliver of understanding of how to navigate it, though with luck and many unmanned drones; the possibility for manned expeditions were more than adequate.

    Still it's an odd world.

    It lacks life, yet life exist, it bears no structure, yet it's stable to touch, things that shouldn't even exist, is clear as day when seen.

    It's an enigma at best, but "hopefully" so do we and everything we've ever touched.

    I hope in time, ̶̡̟̘̮̟̻͓͚̫̂͂͗̋̄̆̑̀̽̏̍͜ͅe̴͚̼͓̣͚͌̈́v̷̺̮̣̹͌́͂̒̂̾̇̈͐̇̐͐͂͜ȩ̶̺͔͇̪͈̙̞̥̹̻̻̂̾̎̿̔̒̐͜͠ŗ̸͇̪͎̭̦͋̾́́̃̎͑̃̃͑́̓̆ŷ̴̢̌͛̀̌͂͛̋̒̊͝͠t̶̪̓̍̆͗͒̅̂ẖ̸̯̦̈́̇̃̒̐̓̇̈́̆ͅỉ̷̯̯͖͚͖͈̭̥͈͓̻̖͉̟̉̈̀͂̑͒͒́̈̕͝ͅn̵̯̠̖̪̣̤̜̆̽͝g̷̹̹̞͍͔̥̰̩̺͆͒̍͘ͅ ̵͚̫̫̬͖̪̳̜̍̿̚ţ̶̝̳͖̳̰̗͙̗̼̪́͋̎͒̅́͆̌̐̒̇͂̒i̷͇̲̤̐̋͂͑̽̈̈͗̓͊̓̈́͜ͅṃ̸̢͙̼͙̟̉̄́͊̓͗͛̈́̈͋̈́̕͝e̶̳̘̅ ̴̢̙̻̘̣̪̦̱̪̞̟̠̠͕͒̈́̈ͅw̸̡̛̛̮̻̬̳̞̙̮͙͔̼̓̉̓̅͗̃͂͝ͅȩ̶̹͓̦͉͍̺̇͂̋̔̑̏̃̐͋̑̈̂́ ̶̡͇͈̯͚̥͍͇̆͑̅̈́̃̈́̑́̚͜͠ͅš̶̨̧̨̢̛̯̥̮̣̱̺t̶̲̯́͊a̴̛͈̎́͌̓̈́͌̕̕͘n̴̡̨̨̛͉͍̱̪̯̹͉̫͔̾̊̆̓͗̽͌͠ͅd̸̨̡̢̟̹̤̜̣̩͍͇͚͔͓̯͊̈̀̓̑̓̓͑̽́̎͘ for ẅ̴̢̼̬͇̗͎̺́̓͒͆͜ḯ̴͇͈̥̮̯̺̫͓̞͓͚͕̮͈̻͐̐̅̑̾̇͂͆̉ll b̴̺̤̦̯͔̞̮̝̗̓̿́͊̿̑̾͘̕ḛ̵͙̝̯̬̤̖͖̱̖̯̩̬̰̇̈́̈́͒̏̉̐͗͘͝ͅc̷̨̛̛̗̖͚͙̭̟͎͍̬̹̀̔͂͌̾͆̌̂̕̕͘̕ŏ̷̧̨̻̻̠͉̻̞̠͕̀̾͌͌̑̇̅̄̒͊̊͝͝m̷͙̲̹̟̮͇͔̗̙̤̖̥̬̫̒̓͂͌̈͂̍̈́̓̋͠e̸̳̱̭̳̝̫̟͇̳̼̪̦̯̬̋̊̌̑͒̂͆̍̑̅͠ ̸̖͈͌̈́̂̌͗̆̍͑͌̕̚a̵̖̺͈̹͖͑͗͛̆͌͜ ̶̣͇̜̹͇̌̉̑͋̐̐͗́̕̚ĺ̸̤͍̰͉̮͒͗̄̀͊̅̈̈́͝͠ọ̵̙̪̗̒̆̇̏͜͠n̶̞͖̲͙͑̽̂̎̔̂̿͒̑̂̏͆͝͝è̵̻ly shadow, only ̸̧͔̠̦̪̦̰͐́Ņ̷̜͙̗̫̹͍͎͔̼̭̬͌̍̽̽ǫ̵̨̯̮͉̺̖̜͐̚̕v̷̥͖͍̜̝̰̝̒̈̓̕͝ͅơ̷̢̱̝̼̭̞̹͕̻̜̦͙̠̤͓̎͂̐̉̍̔͌̈́͝͠͝ can stand and record what goes on, we just need to w̷̨̝͚̻̰̙̑̋́͋́̐̓̕̚͝ḁ̵̡̲̼̱̖͙̋̇̋͒́̉͑̎̑͊̊͐t̵̥̱̼̖̫̱͙̄̅̐͆̒̀̾̑̈̅͝ḉ̵͖͈̞͓̣̼̼͎͚͖̭͑̇͘h̸͓̤̭̮̘̘̫͓̩͖͒́͋̔̈́̇̚̚͝͝ḙ̸̢͇͕̼͚͕̞̼͓͇̾̒̅͒̚̕̕͠ͅś̶̲̱̥͔̹̞̹̜̹͖̩̦̓̌̈́̍̿̇̌̿̀̄̿̄͝.w̷̡̡̱̰̲̱͍͉͓̽͐͒̌̄̄̈́̒͛̍̀̋̿͒̿h̷͖̙̞͍̤̙͕̯̩̙͉̃̊̍̋͛̈͝i̵̡̨̘̱̲͔̲̯̒͗̔͋̌͝l̶̢̝̳̘̞̯̮͎͔̻̳̖͈̓̃͌̒̃̍̈́̒͜͝ë̵̬̬̟̪̦́͋͗̂̆́̈́̔̇̓̊̕ ̴̘̱̂̍̆̈́̀͗̆ẇ̸̡̛͈̦̠̖̪̞͉̦͑̂̐̾͊̕ę̷̪͖̞̩͕͕̱̥̙̼͈͎̳̎̀͑̎̿͂͆ ̶̪͌̈͋̋́͒̿f̵̡̹͙̳͈̼̺́̽̌͂̈͌̌̀̚͘a̸̩̐͊͂̀̊́̒̿͋͒̒͛̈́̀͗ḑ̵̡͍̞̞͙̗͍͛̇͜ẹ̶͓̗̆͂̏̎.̸̢̞͍̟͉̗͈͙̺͕̀̀̋̏͝ͅ