2019
You see a schooner smoothly slicing through the waters, carried by steady winds. A small crew work the rigging, playfully ribbing one another in a barely comprehensible patois of insults. Suddenly, the boat slams into a vast chunk of nearly transparent crystal floating just beneath the water's surface, shattering a jagged line of broken glass and splintered timber as sailors and rigging are flung forward. Slowly recovering, a few cautiously step outward, walking onto the ankle-deep waters in wonder. Squinting at vaguely frozen forms beneath, one of the sailors points, and calls out, "*Player Name*, come quick!"

You find yourself holding a short axe, and with mighty swing, bring it down onto the strange crystal surface, and the vision fades.
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A brilliant cube of coruscating light hovers before you, internally illuminated by pulsating lines, and with the sound of shattering glass, begins to unfurl. First a series of nested triangles rotating around an axis that you only just now noticed and immediately lose track of, shifting to an asymmetrical octagon whose edges shorten and elongate. The form continues to grow and evolve, blooming into a fractal that somehow conveys disdain and disgust of your mere existence. The construction appears to slow, becoming inert, and suddenly shatters into fine dust.
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You see a twisted, grotesque, vaguely feminine form with five gleaming yellow eyes and three arms kneeling before a mass of churning shadows and amorphous tentacles which sweep the air in agitation. The kneeling creature sings a winding paean that builds like shattering glass and scraping steel. As the song concludes, the shadows emit a series of snarls and guttural intonations, and the woman nods. "I will see to it," she replies. "They will be prepared."

The air rumbles with malevolence, and the kneeling figure nods and says, "Only a few, though they are dedicated and desperate."

The tentacles writhe and issue a series of wet clicks, and the once-woman shakes her head, and replies, "Mostly distractions, the flailings of the ignored."

Flickering with a mad radiance, the shadows shudder. Nictitating membranes close over the eyes of the kneeling figure, and she clenches her third claw as she snarls, "Understood."

The vision fades.
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2020
A man dressed in fine silk robes and expensive jewelry sits cross legged in an elegantly decorated room before a mahogany writing table. Arranging a beautiful gold and platinum pen and ebony inkwell, the man carefully spreads two large sheets of crisp, clean paper and glances out at the open window, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply of the starlight. Pursing his lips, the man reaches into his robes and produces a clear tessera. With the sound of shattering glass, the tessera unfurls, involuted ribbons and nested octagons dancing in expanding and contracting spirals. Taking a deep breath, the man quickly places the tessera atop his head, his eyes going wide, the pupils contracting to pinpricks, and he goes perfectly still.

With unnatural grace, the man reaches for the pen, and dips it into the inkwell, gently tapping the rim to shake excess fluid, and begins to write. The vision fades.
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2021
Standing on a long beach, the waves gently hissing as they lap against golden sands, you inhale deeply of the salty air beneath brightly shining moons. The wind stirs an endless ocean of grass, growing before an endless sea of water, one side rippling with silver and green, and the other tumbling with waves and foam. You hear a growl from the sea of grass and notice two predatory eyes hidden within the foliage. You slowly step backwards, feeling the cold water swirling around your ankles, the eyes following you hungrily.

A sharp *tink!* like glass shattering comes from behind you, and glancing over your shoulder, you see a long broken line spidering through the air. Turning in confusion, you watch as the break continues to splinter, radiating before you. Reaching out to touch the strange anomaly, you feel movement behind you, and are knocked into the water by something with sharp teeth that close around the back of your neck, and the vision fades.
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2022
A crack in nothingness spiders across your field of view, and after a moment, disappears behind a perfectly square panel of utter black hanging in midair. You gaze at the paper thin blackness which is markedly nearby, but perfect edged and fathomless. Pinpricks of light appear in its depths, spiraling forward, and with the sound of shattering glass, the panel slowly hazes over, resolving into the normal, unblemished field of view as before. With a *click*, the square disruption vanishes, and everything appears normal. You blink in confusion, and the vision fades.
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A curious shadow passes overhead, blocking the sun. You look up, and spot a perfect octahedron made of black crystal descending. Though it is difficult to gauge size and distance, as it approaches, it begins a complex involution, spinning around additional surfaces and casting maddeningly complex internal reflections. Suddenly, three perfectly identical upright rectangular blocks erupt from its surface and begin to orbit it rapidly, bending into elongated sheets and splitting into six, then twelve orbiting bodies. A beam of dark light slices outward, striking the orbiting blocks, which reflect the radiance into a spinning disc. As the whole structure continues to descend you hear the shattering of glass, and the vision fades.
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2023
You stand above a massive oubliette, gazing down a single shaft of light into an expansive pit. Dimly flickering torches line the walls of the chamber but do little to illuminate the vast prison. A small child sits cross-legged in the beam of light, gazing upward at you. The child takes a long, slow breath, and with profound grace raises his hands, palms down. For a long moment, nothing happens, and his arms begin to shake, his muscles tensing and rolling. With a soft grunt, he rotates his hands, palms facing one another, and a crystalline speck coalesces, floating before him. The child focuses, sweat dripping from his brow and running down his back, and the crystal begins to grow, the faint sound of shattering glass echoing throughout the prison. The child never takes his eyes off you, and the crystal continues to grow. The vision fades.