Editing Look up at the High Sancta

{{Action
|ID = 268091
|Icon = violantgate.png
|From Storylet title = The Peripheries of Zenith
|Description = A single spire, piercing down through the Roof's apex. Locked; sealed; guarded. Within, they say, are kept the holiest of holies, bathed in violant floods.
|Button text = GAZE
|Success title = Sacrosanct
|Success description = The higher your eyes stray, the fiercer the violant gets. […] it could never be blinding. The problem is instead seeing too ''much'' […] all the details of this sprawling sanctum-fortress war at once for your attention, picked out in terrible clarity.

|Success summary = The second paragraph varies based on {{IL|Airs of Zenith}}.
{{Variant table|Condition=Airs of Zenith|Effect=Description|Condition type=Text|Compact=yes|Show Unaccounted=yes
|Value 1 - 22 = Galleries and loggias lead into forbidding interiors. Dripstone stalactites bristle […] men and monsters etched into the roof-rock. Flutters of half-shadow betray the movements of something […] industrious and unconcerned with the world beyond.
|Value 26 - 50 = […] a carving of a […] winged creature, sewing a book into a bookshelf […] too far away to make out the specifics […] yet they are stitched into your mind […] each barb and vane; the line of dripstone thread […] needlepoint, joining worlds together with unstoppable tenderness.
|Value 51 - 74 = It is the ''stillness'' that makes it unbearable. Nothing moves […] but the light. It laps at the walls; shadows swim like cave-fish. The sensation of movement, without movement. Your eyes cannot settle; you try to see everything at once.
|Value 79 - 100 = A rock falls, from […] Zenith's domed hollow. […] It's a segment of mosaic […] depicting a single letter so heavily historiated as to make it unreadable, a crowd of symbols stuffed into the empty spaces of a larger sign. It plummets past you, and is lost […]}}
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*{{Gain|Tantalising Possibility|25 x}}
*{{Airs|Airs of Zenith}}