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|Success summary = The second paragraph varies based on {{IL|Airs of Zenith}}. | |Success summary = The second paragraph varies based on {{IL|Airs of Zenith}}. | ||
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− | |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 | + | |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 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 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. |