For a time, the Foundation seemed to have truly compromised. The Abyss-Sea was completely calm without a single anomaly, as if everything was over. But both sides knew such a situation was impossible. Things would have to be resolved one day, and both sides began to take action.
The first mate of the Narwhal woke from a chaotic dream. In it, a blonde woman with a single ponytail held him, screaming soundlessly. He had grown used to this sort of chaotic information; it would appear from time to time in his dreams and hallucinations.
He knew they were fragments of his own memory, yet there were so many, all scattered and jumbled, as if he possessed several completely different sets of memories.
