The Oracle Holds Forth!
Hear ye, beneath the clatter of hooves on cobbles and the thump of the printing press throughout the quarter, a new note that has joined the public's choral clangor! It may be easily confused for an insect's buzz or the clack of a merchant's busy scales, but wending through the cacophony comes the thrum of archaic engines beneath the ground, newly reawakened to ancient purpose.
Who amongst ye can speak to its purpose? What secret, cloistered knowledge has activated this subterranean orrery, this engine of interpretation? Look here, read this broadsheet: all mysteries shall be revealed. I come to you from a certain position of privileged access. Though I imperil myself to expose these sepulchral secrets, the truth must out!
What I have to say may be mocked as fabulisms for the credulous. However, I swear to you this: had you but seen what I have seen, the vast turnstiles that rumble beneath your feet and the alien intelligences that animate them, your jollity would curdle in your mouth. Your tongue would turn upon itself to choke you, and your knees give way into terrified--or worshipful--abasement.
Your humble author, who has trod these streets just the same as you and suspected just as little, until of late, brings these missives from underground with desperate import. I must reach you, before it is too late!
To follow are some stolen texts, smuggled out at great peril to disseminate more broadly. Welcome one, welcome all, to the writings...
...of the ORACLE ENGINE.