Editing Gaze across the zee

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[…] Just as the corsairs bring home the spoils of deaths deferred too long, the hardy and the hard-won leave the Snares […] They will all come back, one day […] the zee's currents are cyclical, and what they take in one form, they return in another.
 
[…] Just as the corsairs bring home the spoils of deaths deferred too long, the hardy and the hard-won leave the Snares […] They will all come back, one day […] the zee's currents are cyclical, and what they take in one form, they return in another.
 
|Success summary = The first paragraph varies based on the {{IL|Airs of the Mourn}}.
 
|Success summary = The first paragraph varies based on the {{IL|Airs of the Mourn}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = Airs of the Mourn|Condition alias = Airs|Effect = First Paragraph|Compact = yes
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|Value 8 = The Unterzee is a vast black mirror. You are so high that ships are mere pinprick stars far below. You might imagine that you are a god, looking down upon the cosmos from an impossible remove.
 
|Value 8 = The Unterzee is a vast black mirror. You are so high that ships are mere pinprick stars far below. You might imagine that you are a god, looking down upon the cosmos from an impossible remove.
 
|Value 10-11 = The mists have closed in, shrouding the Neath in an off-white, soupy blanket. Jagged stalagmites break through – teeth in a sleeping god's mouth […] It is easy to forget that there is a whole world hidden beneath the cloud.
 
|Value 10-11 = The mists have closed in, shrouding the Neath in an off-white, soupy blanket. Jagged stalagmites break through – teeth in a sleeping god's mouth […] It is easy to forget that there is a whole world hidden beneath the cloud.

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