"None are equipped to retrieve from the depths we may sink...somewhere next that lower exit of Athiel's pools of uncertainty. Doors into Beta-verses...expansion mirrored along vertical dimensions can be difficult" he thinks, sinking deeper in the murky ink-waters, they choke him with their shadowhold... "maybe if I just drown here...." Flashing images of Ma'at as the figure holding his heart upwards to Sky Goddess for an offering. Image-plant from one of his contacts: "Do they even need hearts where we're going?" his eyes flutter open slowly...the same dingy crashpad in City 146 he has always known, "This body hollow..." trapped inside these four walls...