These remnants, rotting keepsakes of words and pictures are mnemonically residual. They are scryed, interfaces utilizing misfired sigilings, systems of incomplete quasi-alchemical call-signs and proto-symbologies loosely based upon borrowed (and in some cases stolen) artificially charged devices. When assembled into specific schemas, this soft machinery marks as it contains, and thus constructs the Terminal House.
I AM THE FIXED AND I AM THE VOLATILE. I AM THE DROWNED, THE BURIED AND THE BURNT. THE FIRST LIGHT AND LASTING DARKNESS. I AM THE SLEEPING YOG AND I AM THE DREAMING YIG. I AM THE ALPHA OF MATTER, THE ODIAN AND THE OMEGA OF TIME, THE OBIAN. I AM THE PRIMAL AND THE APPEX OF SPACE, I AM THE SLEEP WALKING YUG.