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Sleeping dragon, active volcano, crazy rich lady.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

There you are.

Stay back!

Thank you, Bunny.

He's not getting any better.

Centuries of study, investigation, and inquiry collected in this Tower,

yet no mention of the entities.

Not so much as a suggestion.

It's no use. There's nothing.

Come down from there. We need to get creative.

Forgive me, Papa.

Forgive me for this violation of your mind.

I have to see them as you did.

I have to know what you know.

I won't lose you. No matter what.

Cochi.

Only my father could keep me from his thoughts.

Only he would think to make it so impossible.

Oh, stubborn man.

Mother, I miss you today, every day, but today especially.

Look, we both know the princess can handle herself,

but I can't let her wake up whatever's in there.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Ouch.

If she's right about the Eldwyrm, she's crazy for even going in...

Oh, shit.

Gods' folly! Enough!

It will kill everything in a hundred miles.

It will eat and eat until its belly is full,

and there won't be a damn thing anyone can do about it.

Please, just let me talk to her.

We can go together, okay?

One quick chat to save hundreds of lives.

Hmph.

Oh.

Great.

Did you hear that?

Hang on. I'll check it out.

Ember wyrmlings ahead.

Would you like to handle them while I wait?

I just need a minute.

Sorry.

I can't worry about the two of you running around in there.

I promise, I only wanna talk.

The attacks on our lady persist,

poisoning her thoughts, tearing her apart.

Our enemies would destroy her and us.

The aggression from the Helio Imperium demands an answer.

The Helio Imperium.

We call on you and your father for help.

No.

This is all exactly as I described weeks ago.

Exactly as I warned.

Panicked violence serves no one.

Panic? Our Lady Mene wills it.

Then Our Lady Mene errs.

It is not our place to question Our Lady's mind in these matters.

"Question Our Lady's mind."

Of course, Your Highness. Of course it is not your place.

Forgive me.

It's mine.

I sent you away, child.

War is a mistake.

The attacks on you are coming from inside the moon.

The Helio Imperium could not be responsible.

Inside? That is not possible.

Yet, I encountered entities there with power beyond my father.

Beyond the Solar Throne, beyond even you.

Do you still see the ghosts?

At times, more clearly than others.

There are no coincidences, Goddess.

The ghosts must be projections of memories,

relevant memories, your own or someone else's.

Find the source, and we may unlock all mysteries.

You cannot be sure of that.

No, but even learning I am all wrong will teach us more than we knew.

My father lies in a healing sleep from which I fear he will not awaken.

Hidden inside his mind is relevant knowledge I cannot retrieve.

The key, I believe, to resolving his condition and yours.

I cannot search my father's mind, but I could search yours.

Please. I can save you both.

I don't want to be haunted anymore.

Enough games.

I'm not playing a game.

I'm changing the rules.

Fuck.

Awakened, by the blind.

Die, you fucking monster!

No!

Stop.

Stop it! Please!

I'm sorry.

Thought, memory, it's like a river.

It flows in its own direction. It is easy to drown or become lost.

I cannot control the current, but I can choose where to enter.

And my memories will talk to you?

As though I am you. I will appear as you imagine yourself.

The world exactly as you experienced it. The people you meet, as you remember them,

not automatons, but in their own way alive.

Real. And the pain? The pain will be the most real of all.

Your most idle thoughts connect you to the physical universe

in unpredictable, even dangerous ways.

You could harm me or worse.

It is no small thing to know the mind of your god.

It is no small thing.

Dyfed, Adara, Idwal. You thought of them first and most often.

These names are somehow connected to your recent experiences.

Think of them. Picture the ghosts, and let me in.

I will enter the river there.

Remember, I am with you.

Follow the moon if you become lost.

If you start to drown, I'll lead you home.

That was unpleasant.

But, two moons, one broken, unstable configuration,

but it's broken from the inside.

And these stars. The stars are the same.

From their position, this was weeks ago, which it could not be.

And Mene's shrine is dark.

Fymryn. There you are.

We thought you left already.

Then I found these.

We couldn't let you leave them behind

after all you went through stealing them from Selemene.

Selemene? These belong to the Goddess?

So you keep reminding us.

Come. Adara and Idwal are waiting. Idwal baked a pie.

Wait. Have there always been two moons? When did the larger one break?

How?

I think you got your nose too close to those flowers.

You feel well enough to travel?

Uh, it depends on your travel plans.

Mene's light, girl. It's your plan.

The Broken Peaks.

The Tower.

Home.

More like a tomb.

Oh, it's big. Bigger than it looks.

It's so empty. So dark.

Huh.

- I don't see a sorcerer. - He's never far.

More memories of impossible things.

No coincidences.

The goddess is leading me somewhere, but...

Wait. The library.

Show me everything related to the moons. Books, paper, sketches.

I'm not me.

No magic. Easy to forget.

And it all looks the same. What's different?

That flower.

That book.

The Archronicus. What are you?

"The Mad Moon was no inert rock. It was more truly a prison."

How did you find my tower?

Quite unexpectedly, I promise you.

No one has found this tower in a thousand years,

and you simply stumbled upon it?

- A thousand years? That's not... - You did not answer my question.

You didn't ask a question.

You made a statement, then behaved as if it were a question.

Terrible habit.

You have a gift for changing the subject.

Who are you?

Fymryn of Coedwig, apparently.

I stole these lotuses, but I need your help.

The moon, the broken moon, and the entities inside.

I've seen them, heard them, felt them, and the creature imprisoned with them.

You must know what they are, how to contain them, how to stop them.

I know that look, conspicuously blank, another charming habit.

Listen to me.

They are driving the Goddess to madness, destroying her from the inside out.

You are no Coedwen.

This might be simpler if I could speak with Filomena.

Whoever you are, you have erred grievously speaking her name.

Which name? Filo...

Filomena.

Bunny.

You're quiet. You're not alive.

This is all so strange, Bunny.

These seem like memories, but so many details are different.

Wrong. Two moons, dark shrines, mother's lotuses.

And this Fymryn?

Perhaps our lady imagines herself to be her,

but to what end?

Who is she?

You're the thief.

The one who stole my lotuses.

- Mother? - Mother.

What a strange way to address your goddess.

- You? You're not the Goddess. - Perhaps you're right.

For here you are, come to kill me.

What? That's not why I've...

Did you think I didn't know? Did you think me unprepared?

Please. I don't understand this.

Every night, my daughter poured her love for me into this.

Every night, she prayed I would return.

Your daughter? Where is your daughter? Where is Filomena?

- Ask her when you get there. - No!

It wasn't a prayer.

I see you. I know you. Filomena.

You came with a question,

but not the question that began your journey.

Your true question brought you to me, to him.

You cannot break my will with such an obvious manipulation.

She is the Goddess.

Mene, reborn.

What is happening here? What are you doing to him?

That is not your true question.

Goddess, fight. End him.

He will destroy everything to free himself,

remake the universe in his image.

Remake the universe? Of course.

The facts weren't inconsistent, my understanding was incomplete.

These are memories, just memories of another universe.

Another life.

Which universe? Whose life?

Fymryn. Fymryn is Mene, just not my Mene.

You hide in hypotheses like him.

Afraid to ask why. Afraid of the truth.

All of this is for you.

You are the cause. You are the reason.

Every question reduced to one conclusion.

And here you are, adrift at the end of the river.

Alone in the sea.

I'm dead, aren't I?

In this world, this hollow echo of a world, I'm dead.

Poor girl. How you suffered.

How he failed you. He failed to save you, and it broke him.

What do you want from me?

I want what you want.

I want to make sense of the universe.

No. No, I... have learned what I can here.

I was right. And... And I was wrong.

The Goddess told me to look to the moon and she would guide me home.

Here, I am Fymryn.

Fymryn is Mene, so I will look to myself.

I am the moon.

Goddess. Goddess, do you...

I know who I am.

Take me to your father.

Don't worry. I'm here to help.

Kaden? What...

Gods.

Go. Warn Dragon Hold.

You're gonna warn them yourself.

Davion. I should have gone back.

I was wrong. The living needed me.

She needed me.

You... You know my name?

My sword, my life.

No. No, I... I can't.

For Dragon Hold.

I see you, little mouse.

The mouse who dreamed the sky.

An eye that does not see.

Or perhaps has seen too much.

Father of Fire, do you remember the world before this one?

A forgotten dream, a whisper.

The Devil of the Moon killed your brothers and sisters.

He used them to unmake my world, our world.

Yet the sun rises, the thunder sings.

Please, I need your guidance. Tell me what I must do.

Nothing.

Nothing?

There is nothing to do, nor to be undone.

The flesh illusion you cling to was no more real than this one.

I don't understand.

My world was lost, destroyed.

You mice are so concerned with what is yours.

Yet you stare past it all.

You are here. You are alive.

Make peace or choose madness.

Impossible.

No one could have done this.

None of this is what you think.

You killed Kaden.

Look, I know who he was. I know what he meant to you.

You don't get to say that.

And you don't get to leave this volcano.

I will not fight you.

I will not harm you. Not ever.

You've already harmed me!

Let me go!

You were the one person in this world I hoped would listen.

Marci, let him go.

I told you, I needed Slyrak's guidance.

In truth, I needed you.

The Davion I knew, trusted, loved,

was lost in a life that no longer exists.

I couldn't let this be the end of his story.

I couldn't let him die for nothing.

This was all a mistake.

Davion, don't follow us.

Leave us, please.

Come, Bunny.

Goddess.

I remember everything. I remember what you did.

I'm not here to judge you.

I'm not sure I'm competent to judge.

I'm not even certain of your crime.

You killed us all and you brought us all back.

You wronged us, and yet, here we sit, just talking.

I regret nothing.

But you do. I know because you had to say it.

You can convince anyone of anything, especially yourself.

Confess. Tell Filomena everything.

Unburden yourself.

She would not understand.

You both have secrets. The truth needs to begin somewhere.

Show me the Archronicus.

What if I'm wrong about everything?

Highness!

Thank The Dawn Star I found you.

- Captain? What is it? - War.

The Principality has launched an attack across the border.

And your father, he needs you.

We all need you.