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Whalerise

The singing stops as abruptly as it began. The dark cave water is riven with luminescence that brights it in quicksilver. The leviathan begins to move, sending your little craft rocking as it races to the horizon. You see the cavemouth limned in gold: the sun is what she races now.

A final song emerges as she passes through the cavemouth, rock falling to herald her passage: I have not lived enough. Then the dawn takes her. The midnight whale moves.