Editing Airs of Zenith

{{Quality
|ID = 145616
|Icon = zenith.png
|Description = Silence and strange lights.
|Quality type = Randomizer
|Discrete = yes
|Lower = no
}}
{{Airs table
|Show Unaccounted = yes
|Level 1 - 5 = Everywhere you look, Zenith crowds with relevance. "Take me with you," the walls seem to whisper, "Treasure my histories like an oyster with a pearl."
|Level 7 = A bas-relief, surrounded by scratchy annotations. 'But it was never thus!'
|Level 12 - 15 = The quiet here is almost physical. It weighs down your tongue, wraps you in its blanket.
|Level 17 - 20 = Somewhere above, the sound of a door closing, and the scrape of key in lock.
|Level 21 - 24 = A fluttering shadow whips past. Too big to be a bat.
|Level 26 - 29 = Apocyan false-stars glitter weakly through the violant.
|Level 31 - 32 = The glim-chimes of the Illuminated sing as they walk their endless penance.
|Level 37 - 40 = A glimpse of something wet and red, like a bloody termite. The next moment, it is gone.
|Level 45 = The sound of distant wingbeats, and creaking wood.
|Level 47 - 50 = A shadow in an upper gallery. One of the Keepers of Zenith, engaged in a rare moment of rest.
|Level 51 - 55 = Bas-reliefs depict scenes from scripture that even God's Editors would reject.
|Level 57 - 58 = A maze of nested galleries, extending above and below.
|Level 61 - 64 = A Starved Woman on a Moon-Miser mutters a blessing: "May your form match your self."
|Level 66 - 69 = The light here has a texture. It ripples like water.
|Level 71 - 74 = It used to be easier to forget.
|Level 76 - 80 = You blink. Your eyes itch, as though the sights have etched themselves on their interior.
|Level 81 - 85 = Is that blood? No – only a dark patch of moss.
|Level 86 - 90 = Your footsteps have never felt so loud.
|Level 91 - 94 = What is source, and what is echo? Truth is muddled here, pulled in too many directions at once.
|Level 96 - 100 = There are thoughts flitting across your mind that you don't think belong to you.
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