Quoted By:
>LOST DECADE
I dreamt of the wheel again. I remember petitioning at the base of her stone temple, where the turning of the spokes and gears shook the ground and deafened my senses. I no longer recall the question I asked, but her answer remains as clear and authoritative as a royal decree.
"False. My preconditions do not necessitate a closed cycle - not truly. There is directionality here. Convergence towards a set of stable states. I punish rulebreakers, but not as severely as they punish each other."
I awoke in my suspension-bed with something in my hand. A ritual card, with coordinates penned in my own distinctive handwriting. Neither the numbering nor the inset images inspired familiar memories.
>XXII: THE RAGGED SUN [COORDINATES POINT TOWARDS A DENSE GRAVIMETRIC SIGNATURE WITHIN THE OUTSKIRTS OF BELT-A]
>XXIII: EVERSION [COORDINATES POINT TOWARDS A SMALL PATCH OF SPACE ABOVE MIZAR-VI'S ORBITAL PLANE, WHERE THE COSMIC BACKGROUND SEEMS ODDLY OCCLUDED]
>>XXIV: THE DIVIDED [COORDINATES POINT TOWARDS AN PULSED NEUTRINO SOURCE HIDDEN WITHIN THE OUTER LAYERS OF MIZAR-IV'S GASEOUS ATMOSPHERE]
