The Song of the Half-Desiccated Carcass at Caligos Isle

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You sense the threads of history resonating within a half-desiccated carcass.

Silver light floods your vision as the querying notes of your song touch upon the carcass, and all around you the world transforms to an aquatic scene of the ocean floor.  You find yourself swimming through the cool waters, sunlight falling in long lines through the gently rollicking waters above, and you are filled with a deep joy to be in your home.  Schools of fish dart past, and you pursue them with abandon.  Slowly, your vision returns to normal.

Your vision swims with azure and silver light, and ribbons of glistening water pass you at high speeds.  A large presence at your side, a pack mate or perhaps your mother, nudges you away from a darkness near the bottom of the sea and you push yourself to the surface.  Blessed, clean air filters through the blow hole in your head, your lungs flooding with the great breath you've inhaled.  Around you, others break the surface, too, and you revel in the presence of your pack.  Slowly, the vision fades.

Darkness descends upon your vision as you sing to the carcass, the world around you fading.  You begin to investigate a sparkling light and, feeling suddenly alone, glance about with worry for your pack mates.  A pair of eels swims to your side, and whispers to you that there is nothing to fear.  They speak to you of salvation, of promise, and of becoming more.  Comforted by their words, you drift deeper into the shadows, and a darker presence looms over you.  Your vision darkens as you begin to suffocate.

Indigo mist and darkness trickles across your vision, their presence unwelcoming and unkind.  Though you know that long ago your body died, you feel connected to the rough ground that your body is bound to.  Seaweed has begun to grow through your lifeless body, barnacles begin to use you as dinner, and the eels have returned.  They dance around you, taunting and unkind.  You feel the dark presence, and it offers you a promise of the sun, but only if you submit.  Your vision returns to normal.

Water slips across your vision, the darkness slowly lightening and the sun returning it.  You feel as if you have lifted, somehow, from your water grave, and yet, still seem to be deeply imbedded upon the sea floor.  The water flows away, and the warm sun bakes your desiccated body.  You are his now, on his island, used for his design.  One day you will find salvation, but trapped in your body, you do not feel that it will be today.  Slowly, with much effort, you pull your vision back to the natural world.