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==Events==
* Last night, I dreamt of the Aquarium, the deep waters sacred to [[the Architeuthian]]. [[The Anaconda ]] basked in the waters, lit only by the little creatures that glow in the depth where almost nothing can survive. Although it was far deeper than any mortal could reach, I still saw its head as big as a continent, its body encircling the Aquarium like Jörmungandr constricts the world. I saw it yawn, every tooth the size of the crescent moon or more. I carried the surety of their sharpness into the morning with me.
** Provides A Resolution
* The Architeuthian is sometimes merciful, which is why he allows access to those dreamers that can survive the Aquarium. Last night, as I dove deep within the waters, I came upon [[the Bright-Delver’s Delver]]’s court beneath the waves. She permitted me to join her procession to view the Glory, and with the morning dawn I have managed to keep her laugh within my heart.
** Provides Contentment
* Last night, I dreamed of the Aquarium, of its deep dark waters, barely constrained by glass. Up became down, and in order to leave, I had to swim deeper, and fast. Shapes moved on the other side of the glass, servants of the Architeuthian. I awake, seawater on my lips, sounds of applause in my ears, and strength surging through my limbs.