Reminisce with the Youthful Naturalist

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From: Spiralling Deeper with the (Diving-Bell)

Action Cost: 0

Outside the porthole: pure darkness. Only contemplation remains.

Game Instructions: New memories will emerge from the depths as you descend.

Unlocked with  5


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Unravelling memories

Description summary:
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50"I can still feel the hole," […] "Where the Fathomking ripped out […] but there are fringes around the edges. […] Tattered memories. People […] telling me what to do […] Friends […] Priests. Everyone knew better. Even my parents—" […] I can barely remember them at all."
41He continues to pick at loose threads around the hole […] Tracing one through his childhood […] Sandcastles. […] Intense brightness – and then a sting. "My first encounter with a jellyfish."

More stings […] He wanted one as a pet, but he wasn't allowed.

[…]
32[…] he describes sunbathing on a boat […] His colleague is saying something […] They're on a scientific voyage, collecting samples […]

[…] it's the shells he remembers the most.

"Glossy […] Endlessly black. With perfect whorled ridges – exactly like little spirals."
23His words are your ballast. You sink into the hole in the Naturalist's memory. You look around at the jungles, rustling leaves […] Fires kindled in midnight camps. […] Dunes rolling away beneath the Mountain's light. Waves rolling away behind the ship. […]
14[…]

"Maybe this was a mistake. It wouldn't be my first. […] I should've stayed on the Surface. […]

His face is lit by greenish light. […] The man standing behind him puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Take heart," says the Bishop […] "Every soul has its dark night."

[…]
5[…]

You follow one […] thread in his life's tapestry.

[…] It coils […] into the past […] onto a […] desk […] with […] a […] paperweight […] emblazoned with sentient script.

A […] talon […] nudges the paperweight. Tremors travel along the […] thread […]

Births. Ambitions. Destinies. Deaths.

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