My memories of that journey have become clouded. No matter what I do that man's face remains clouded. Flashes of light and a crack in the blackness. There is something more. A lake. A lake in the sky. Glowing a gentle orange and more... a speech in a familiar voice. These thoughts like water begin to trickle down into my memory until they burst and I cannot bear to remember them for their power. I've been unable to stay in the cavern for long. That glow. It's too close. The surface seems to be my only refuge. At least until my head clears.
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