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<span class="mu-s">Breakthrough</span>: 97
<span class="mu-s">Consequences</span>: 19
This place of eighteen and a thousand rainbow-hued colors, these depths that warmly embrace countless schools of aquatic fauna with day-bright light, these currents where the waters pooling in the dungeon separate into their base elements and become the divine fluids.
It is a nexus.
It is a nexus of great and terrible power that you feel an intrinsic connection to. Were these the waters of your birth? Were you designed for the purpose of unlocking the potential of a dungeon? Were you meant to be kept away from these places, when your father never encouraged you to seek glory here as he had your younger brothers and sisters? You know not the answer, but all the same you can feel its embrace subsume you, as though you returned to the glass-mother's womb.
The Waters flow unbridled. Upon your Crown you can feel a greater wisdom. Betwixt your eyes your Guru surpasses sight and peels back the veil for your mortal eyes to truly see. Your Throat yearns to sing of the unbounded joy of existence. In your Heart your life force surges, and below there in your Navel your will and sense of self solidifies to a diamond certainty. In your Loins there stirs a great and terrible lust, one that does subsume you but instead brings you a sense of clarity as powerful as its burning desire. And there at your root, upon the small of your back, there surges two miraculously simple words at the beginning and end of who you are.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">I Am.</span></span>
You dissolve. Born of Water, it is natural that you return to Water when subsumed by it. You are not. Yet you are. Even allowing this terrible and great power to envelope you and return you to base principles, <span class="mu-s">you remain</span>. Perhaps this is what you always were, a key meant to return to the primal fluids when exposed to them at the right depth and pressure. Water, given life.
Yet as you return, <span class="mu-s">you remain</span>.
And as you remain, <span class="mu-s">you endure</span>. In a place where time has no meaning, the words "I am" resound and echo louder than you ever spoke them, as if the depths themselves answered. You allowed your sense of self to slip, and in doing so you allowed your very self to expand. You are the depths. You are this tideless needle of primodial fluid.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">Je suis la Étoilée vue de l'abîme.</span></span>
And with this final understanding, your Crown comprehends the true nature of the Waters. Your Guru guides you through the Waters. Your Throat drinks of the Waters. Your Heart beats to the flow of the Waters. Your Navel carves a path for the Waters. Your Loins doth chastely kiss the Waters. Your Root spreads through the Waters, for in the end you are the Waters.
Your fist clenches and becomes the tide.
With the horrific and crushing weight of the abyssal depths, you throw a punch at everything and nothing.
The dungeon cracks like broken glass, whose panels fall apart and leave behind a void absent all light, all life, all color.
