Three are the Seas Given. First, is the Sea in God's Eye, the MKR's sea, the first sea, the model sea. Second, is the Builders' Sea, the sea made for humans to behold, the proper sea. Third, is the Error Sea, the sea of punishment that drowns the lands originally made for the Chosen.
—orthodox tradition, 32nd variation
"To the center of the Sea? To the Eye? Are they mad? Or ... do they have a key to guide them past the Monsters?"
Six are the six-handed guardians that rise in hexaform splendor, mountains of sea and sky, protectors of the Eye of God. Their arms dance, forming and reforming the swirlfield that marks the sacred isle the lords' domain. Their eyes blaze with starfire against tricksters and trespassers.
A voice assembles itself from the swirling air plankton.
"When the Builders made the sea's great bowl, they raised a mountain in the middle. As they excavated the Ocean Channel, now called the River Rushing, they deposited the material on the Eye to lift it higher. At its peak, they anchored the Ladder of Heaven linking the Given World and the void where the fast stars whirl ..." The wind whips away the welcome ghost's voice and scatters its air-plankton pixels.
It was probably all lies.
"There, on the loveliest shore is the Silent City. No people live there, only ghosts. There are no ghosts there. Do not visit. No one visits the Silent City. The Silent City is not dead. Merely resting. Pining for the Lords."
Another lying voice. This one steeped in false entertainment from the before times.
Come, let us plumb this ruin, let us chase away the hive parakeets, bag us some cyboon trophies, and see what hides in the still-gleaming metal buildings at its heart.