- Beneath crushing waters.
Beyond black stars.
That's her beginning,
and yet again, ours.
Tonight we are joined by someone new.
Someone brought to us, not by chance.
No.
But by a cosmic congruence.
I encourage you all to remember your first visit here.
Think on the dread you felt.
The uncertainty,
and the eventual peace.
(moderator inhaling)
Now,
allow us contact, communion, purpose, grace.
- [All] Contact, communion, purpose, grace.
Contact, communion, purpose, grace.
(distant thudding)
(footsteps approaching)
- You made it.
Welcome.
We are so, so happy to have you.
- Yeah, thanks.
I'm a little late, I know.
Directions were really vague, and uh...
- [Moderator] No trouble, at all.
Please.
There are fewer of us every meeting, it seems.
However, with each sudden departure,
someone new.
- Thanks.
So, uh, do I introduce myself, or-
- [Moderator] We know who you are.
- I'm not sure you even know my name.
- I don't need to.
Missing time,
sleepwalking,
hallucinations, disassociation, unexplained wounds.
Have I missed anything?
You're not here for names.
- Okay, then tell me, what am I here for?
- A direct line of communication.
- Will you share with us?
(eerie music)
Tell us about the last time it happened.
- Why?
You were there.
- It's a hotspot, that place.
Specific dates, times, locations.
They have this thing for repetition.
It's not easy being dropped from the sky.
A true rebirth every single time.
It's actually quite beautiful.
Reduced to our base instinct.
(eerie music stops)
I was lucky to find you.
And you were lucky to find us.
- How many years?
(eerie music resumes)
- I was 14
the first time I woke up in a field, 16 miles from home.
- This is it.
The truest, most meaningful thing
in any of our entire lives.
- I don't want it.
- Unfortunately, you don't have a choice.
Now please, while you still can,
listen to voices older and greater than ours.
Allow us contact, communion, purpose, grace.
- [All] Contact, communion, purpose, grace.
(high-pitched ringing)
Contact, communion, purpose, grace.
(frightening crashing)
Contact, communion, purpose, grace.
(voices grow distorted)
Grace.
(eerie music)
- [Moderator] Now unbound, awakened from sleep,
no longer dreaming.
Call into the deep.