Editing Gaze across the zee

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|Icon = generic_unterzee4.png
|ID = 258273
|From Storylet title = The Heights of the Mourn
|Description = From here, you might bear witness to the entire Neath. From here, you might reach up and touch the Roof. From here, you might just be able to fly.
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Lessons in Mourning|3}}
|Success title = Unassailable
|Success description = […]

[…] 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}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = Airs of the Mourn|Condition alias = Airs|Effect = Second Paragraph|Compact = yes
|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 29 = The mists to the north have cleared, and from here the ice floes of Void's Approach are a white-speckled skin on the surface of the zee. […] your bones chill as your gaze strays close to the vanishing point of the Avid Horizon.
|Value 35-37 = The little lights of ships cluster and disperse, forming patterns upon the mirror-black zee. You might fancy they form constellations, shifting with the zee's currents. Might the shipping lanes mirror the pilgrimages of the False-Stars above?
|Value 42-45 = Lights skitter across the Roof above, the False-Stars shifting about their inscrutable business. […] this close, the conjunctions of the False-Stars appear entirely foreign […] What hidden, revelatory horoscopes might be observed from up here?
|Value 51-54 = […] Over there, the faint shape of the Salt Lions. Here, the crouching hillock of Mutton Island. And to the north, the distant phosphorescence of the Principles of Coral. Each island could be a sleeping colossus, waiting for its time to rise.
|Value 64-68 = To the east, the clumped isles of the Khanate. The electric lights of Khan's Heart shimmer, a bright white against the yellow glim-lamps of ships. Khaganians might navigate by the lights of their home, a […] North Star to which they can always return.
|Value 72-74 = A glint of green and gold on the horizon to the east. A freak phenomenon of underground meteorology? Or a distant sighting of a ship? But that would be impossible. That way lies the Deconstruction, and waters unreachable.
|Value 84 = Do you imagine that you can see all the way to Adam's Way, where the waters run red […]? Being up here […] seems to sharpen your eyes. When you descend, you will forget what this is like – to gaze across the Neath, a giant surveying a miniature world.
|Value 90-100 = A purple cloud rises in the south. Its edges creep outwards, growing fuzzier and less distinct. The Uttershroom is sporing once again.
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*{{Gain|Memory of Distant Shores|1-5 x}}
*{{Airs|Airs of the Mourn}}