A long time ago, before this mess of things, I had a bad temper. A real bad one, to the point where it was advisable to throw me in a cellar. The details are fuzzy now, but I specifically remember them giving me this leather-back book full of empty pages. They never told me what it was for, but it also seemed like they were not-so subtly trying to use it as a rehiblitation method. It pissed me off how obvious they were being about it, even if they thought themselves slick. I thought jack-shit of it, "Why would I need a book with nothing in it? Seems like a waste," But, as the days crept on and on, the only memories I have left of those times were me scribbling into that book, almost twice the size of my hands. The way the leather felt finely tanned, the way I would move my hands across it, as if it were a bygone femme fatale. Except, it stuck around, at least the contents did. Before I had realized, I wrote my life down in that book. Every last feeling, every last detail of every little thing my eyes came into contact with. It almost felt like a curse, it did. To be able to see this clearly all the time. Even after all the years past, I can't help but keep cataloguing every little thing, my memory taking hold of it and holding onto it tightly. I just can't seem to forget a thing, so all these years later, it didn't come as a surprise that some universal organization wants to study me. I let them, of course, nothing you can do against a higher power until you are one with them. Now, as a "collaborative research partner," they sent me back onto the shit heep known as the Maw to document and observe the natural cycles of the unknown world, born from destruction very few remember. But I do, I remember all of those times like a brand seered into flesh. No one can forget such a visceral yet beautiful sight, the destruction of our home, Earth.

They also gave me the materials and resources needed to make all this work, including a bunch of documents. Seems they've done this before, but from what I can tell from their records, they stopped very suddenly. Here's all the basic knowledge pertaining to the Maw:

Below, I will leave copies of data repositories that will be sent to Entrati Command momentarily after transfer from text to data, happy trails.