#Project Garithea

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[INCIDENT REPORT — UNKNOWN REGION / UNKNOWN CLASSIFICATION]

Designation: REDACTED

Filed By: Officer Darien Hale (Status: Suspended)

Location: Route ██, Date Corrupted

Status: DEEMED NON-CRITICAL / UNVERIFIABLE

Forwarded To: Internal Oversight, Archive Bin [AUTO-PURGE FLAGGED]

SUMMARY:

Officer Hale was dispatched to investigate signal distortion reports affecting local weather towers and Trainer ID systems near Route ██. Within two hours of arrival, Hale was found wandering the treeline, covered in data ash, babbling incoherently.

Audio logs and bodycam footage were corrupted beyond recovery. The following is transcribed from Hale’s interview, recorded six hours after containment.

TRANSCRIPT OF AUDIO — SUBJECT: DARIEN HALE

“It wasn’t a storm. I thought it was. You hear the buzzing, the static crackle, like a broken Poké Ball left in the rain. Then the air just, broke.

Broke.

Like glass turned inside out. There was a beach, I think. Sand. But the ocean didn’t move. The sky didn’t render.

The world wasn’t gone.

Everything was gone.

No wind. No sound. No god.

Just the thing.

It was tall. Or wide. Or sideways. It shimmered like a memory left too long in the sun. It made a noise like a dial-up scream swallowed by a television.

It saw me.

And it was happy I remembered it.”

[LONG SILENCE]

“It didn’t move toward me. The world just kind of, tilted. Like space forgot gravity. It kept showing me shapes.

Like a bird.

Like a ghost.

Like numbers.

Like death given a loading bar.

I couldn’t blink. Every time I tried, the thing shook. The edges of me went missing. I couldn’t find my left hand. My thoughts.

But I knew it.

I knew it like a cheat code you never used but always remembered.

I knew it like a prayer someone patched out of the Bible.”

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Hale's ID chip now returns: ERROR: [DATA UNRECOGNIZED].

Bloodwork shows no red blood cells. Only placeholder proteins and an unclassifiable string of junk DNA.

Surveillance shows Hale leaving the facility three days before he arrived.

Every person who views his footage complains of tinnitus and eye floaters that "don’t follow normal movement."

STATUS:

Officer Hale was transferred to the Null Observation Ward.

He no longer speaks. But he smiles at empty corners and whispers, “It was waiting for us to forget.”

When asked what he saw, he always says the same thing:

“It didn’t glitch.

We did.”