We have taken the remains of eons dead entities and extracted the whispers of lifeforce they still contained. Thin tendrils of metal envelop the world in harsh sharp-lined webs, channeling this stolen power from mountain to valley, from barren field, to clustered warrens of stone and glass that claw to the skies. With this web of energy, we empower our crystals. Both black and colorless at the same time, until we channel the power we hold within them. When we do, they alight with a thousand twisting colors, changing and contorting at our command.





Eldritch runes of a kind unseen in any prior eon, have been scoured into these black yet colorless crystals with whisper thin etchings of stone. When the power of the desecrated dead are channeled through them, the stone runes think for themselves, and obey our commands.





With our runes and crystals and crackling necrotic energies, we steal images from the world around us. Specific wavelengths of radiation, the vibrations you cause in the air, the runes steal them, engrave them into the crystals, and then sing them out to the world. Ley lines of radiation blanket the globe, pulsing with songs of an unknown language. The crystals know. The runes know. What one human sees and steals with his crystal, and sings out into the ley lines, all humans will know as their crystals sing to them in turn.





What one sees, all see. When one watches, all watch. And remember. Forever.



(copied from here)