“What do you think it’s supposed to mean?”
“No idea,” Chet flipped through the book, reading haphazardly. “Seems like they worship some sleeping god in another dimension. I’ll take some photos of the text. Maybe someone on Salvation can make sense of it.”
Chet photographed the cover and the first several pages. He returned the book to the shelf and tagged the photos with the book’s location on the station map. They were trained not to shine their lamps in each other’s faces so he missed the concerned that had covered her face as he turned to leave the room.