Jae fed the memory into the machine. For a heartbeat, the Halls sang. It was not music but the sound of gears aligning and a chorus of forgotten voices joining ritual. Machines along the galleries flickered. Lights, stale for centuries, pulsed and then glowed like pale moons. The whole scaffolding trembled and then settled, as if waking.

– I can generate a clean, formatted plain-text or Markdown document containing:

Congratulations. You have created a physical, portable reference card that is tougher than a Necromunda brute. It weighs nothing, costs pennies, and is waterproof (spilled Nuln Oil be damned).