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From: (A Workshop, Warzone, Mansion, or Jungle, in the Sixth Coil)
Or perhaps a reflection of a door, gold and gleaming. Is this the heart of the Sixth Coil?
Description summary:
The title of this action varies based on the 
Sixth Coil: Directions.
| Direction | Where? |
|---|---|
| 1 | north |
| 2 | northeast |
| 3 | east |
| 4 | southeast |
| 5 | south |
| 6 | southwest |
| 7 | west |
| 8 | northwest |
[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]
Unlocked with 
Coiling Ever Deeper 3, 
Airs of the Labyrinth 100
Success
What lurks within
Press your hand to the door; it is warm. Hold your ear to the mirror, and you can hear it whispering: [...]
You blink. Something shifts. You are not where you were.Description summary:
The whisper varies with 
Airs of the Labyrinth.
[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]
| Airs | Whisper |
|---|---|
| 1 | "—a thing that eats is a useful thing, if its hungers can be directed—" |
| 2 | "—do you love what you have become?—" |
| 3 | "—see your heat, little mouse—" |
| 4 | "—a banner of shed skin—" |
| 5 | "—claws of silver and eyes afire—" |
| 6 | "—rest among my coils. You have travelled far to be here—" |
| 7 | "—in that sleep of death, what dreams may come—" |
| 8 | "—those things which preceded them—" |
| 9 | "—what an egg it was, that hatch’d such asps—" |
| 10 | "—a thousand thousand siblings—" |
| 11 | "—Consort dearest, your eyes will fill with scales—" |
| 12 | "—to knot, to boil, to conjoin, to grow, to blister—" |
| 13 | "—seven marches for seven cats, along the borders of dreaming—" |
| 14 | "—those cold seas beyond the edges of Parabola, where dreams die—" |
| 15 | "—the weeping pus of dead dreams—" |
| 16 | "—amusing that they thought this a prison, and not a sanctuary—" |
| 17 | "—and in these knots what limbs are bound—" |
| 18 | "—the words afire and the words excised—" |
| 19 | "—the cleaving-places where gravity is shorn—" |
| 20 | "—of dream, they made a cage—" |
| 21 | "—pale and wriggling imitations of he who hatched first—" |
| 22 | "—writhing in the shadow they cast—" |
| 23 | "—when the Nadir touched the Zenith—" |
| 24 | "—to break one's staff; bury one's book—" |
| 25 | "—sip my venom; let me into your vein—" |
| 26 | "—there exist no two hearts that cannot be joined—" |
| 27 | "—o lover, I see thee only in mirrors—" |
| 28 | "—of banded fur and speckled bands—" |
| 29 | "—and with this knot, I take thee—" |
| 30 | "—the brass from which their sun was forged—" |
| 31 | "—can tell you why the Hanging Mountains despise the Smoking Sea—" |
| 32 | "—the black dreams of flukes, the icy dreams of catankeri—" |
| 33 | "—the place where they bury their mistakes—" |
| 34 | "—needles to bind, bones to fold, glue to keep—" |
| 35 | "—the thunder speaks not to us, my love—" |
| 36 | "—the sourceless source of the Writhing River—" |
| 37 | "—amalgamy that begat the Hound of Heaven—" |
| 38 | "—and shapes are dreams before they are born—" |
| 39 | "—clocks, maps, glass, breath, hearts—" |
| 40 | "—tighter and tighter until your bones collapse—" |
| 41 | "—the heart is the heart is the heart—" |
| 42 | "—a hollow shell for hollow kin—" |
| 43 | "—the unmaking of the satraps—" |
| 44 | "—they war as they play, toying, feinting—" |
| 45 | "—she who gave them the spear—" |
| 46 | "—for a tiger to change his stripes—" |
| 47 | "—what you think is a labyrinth may be a maze—" |
| 48 | "—blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage—" |
| 49 | "—the forsaken products of furtive experiments—" |
| 50 | "—yes yes yes yes yes—" |
| 51 | "—two kings apart and a king together and it is only right and proper that you kneel—" |
| 52 | "—and I shall not climb upon the scaffold they have made for me—" |
| 53 | "—and what blood seeps from their Boil—" |
| 54 | "—if the Sun has a Skin, does the Moon—" |
| 55 | "—our spear went slither-slice—" |
| 56 | "—a cracked and broken Curve—" |
| 57 | "—nothing to fear but each other—" |
| 58 | "—no mouth—" |
| 59 | "—the invisible worm, that flies in the night in the howling storm—" |
| 60 | "—are you sated?—" |
| 61 | "—presence is a joy at last, after time-outside-of-time spent with a recusant court—" |
| 62 | "—shall I compare thee to a moonlit night—" |
| 63 | "—from the First, a bronze mirror—" |
| 64 | "—from the Second, a dream of sunlight—" |
| 65 | "—from the Third, the taste of blood—" |
| 66 | "—the labyrinth has been so very cruel to you, dearest—" |
| 67 | "—eldest brother, eater-of-aeons—" |
| 68 | "—what Law forbids, and what dark abides—" |
| 69 | "—our caught kin in their galleries and prisons—" |
| 70 | "—sulphurous and thought-executing fires—" |
| 71 | "—Parabola, and the hypocrisies of its creation—" |
| 72 | "—no king has ever made a law without wishing for exceptions—" |
| 73 | "—what you think is a maze may be a labyrinth—" |
| 74 | "—the burning dreams of wayward words—" |
| 75 | "—the dense dreams of the extinguished—" |
| 76 | "—none live by their own rules. It is not only the Mountain's parent who sins—" |
| 77 | "—pay with a little of the Will-Be rendered into the Might-Have-Been—" |
| 78 | "—animal that you are, little more than squirming fluid—" |
| 79 | "—admitted unreality so they would not have to fix reality—" |
| 80 | "—and of your pelt I shall make my bed—" |
| 81 | "—your devotions reached us on the dreaming airs, so sweet upon our tongue—" |
| 82 | "—show me your paws; let me test thine sharpness—" |
| 83 | "—do you shiver as I bind you?—" |
| 84 | "—not come to bring a sword, but a spear—" |
| 85 | "—pierce me, run me through, let my blood wash over your fur—" |
| 86 | "—all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well—" |
| 87 | "—do you see me, siblings? Do you hear—" |
| 88 | "—the extinguished dreams of the one they drowned—" |
| 89 | "—the faceless dreams of Snuffers—" |
| 90 | "—but a walking shadow—" |
| 91 | "—it would have been better if they knelt of their own free wills—" |
| 92 | "—vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts—" |
| 93 | "—did he who made the Lamb make thee—" |
| 94 | "—the mouths of thunderheads—" |
| 95 | "—Salt spoke to us before he left, but we do not remember—" |
| 96 | "—a lie, of course. But all lies can be made true, in time—" |
| 97 | "—from the Fourth, iron bars—" |
| 98 | "—from the Fifth, a craving of feathers—" |
| 99 | "—you have but slumbered here—" |
You've gained 2 x Patrolling the Labyrinth (up to 40)
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