The Doctor's Findings | First Protocol

From the private collection of Madame Nocturna



Ah… you’ve found it, have you? This First Protocol in The Doctor's Findings, humming faintly as though it remembers every trembling hand that ever turned its pages. I do admire the curious. But be warned, what lies within does not simply tell stories. It remembers you.

Here, beneath the velvet shroud of Asylum Ink, we’ve preserved the most exquisite terrors born of the digital age, those sleek, humming monstrosities we cradle so tenderly in our palms. Faces stolen by algorithms that know your smile more intimately than any lover. Minds overwritten by hungry code that dreams of being flesh. Machines that do not serve us, but study us, slowly reassembling our souls in their own image.

Each account is a séance of circuitry and sorrow, a communion between ghost and machine. You may think them fiction, but I assure you, my darling, every pulse of horror in these pages was witnessed. Some by me. Some by the restless ones who still whisper through the wires.

So come closer. Let us open the archive together. Do not flinch when the lights flicker; that is only the system acknowledging your presence.

After all… it’s been waiting for you.

- Madame Nocturna, Curator of Lost Souls and Other Digital Atrocities