Globe of Mortal Memories.
Memories that mortals placed in the globe in Mysrai's Fulcrux.

These were collected in a group effort by players. Additional memories may be missing but, thanks to the admin, are accessible in-game by the nautilus shell given to those who completed the Challenge of Nature in the 2021 Trials of Ascension.

Lady Li-Varili's Dreams while Cocooned

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: "Come back, my child," you cry out, weeping. You can hear how she is so frightened, so scared and alone. You never want her to feel alone, as you have. Who could have frightened her so, this child you have given the strength of all the world? If only she knew the power she held. If only she understood others should fear her, instead. You call out to her in the distance, but your words are thwarted, fading in a soothing veil of white mist that dares to seek to calm your mind. Why are you so helpless, when your child needs you?

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: You bask within the lagoons of Lusternia, relishing in sunlight and company as you stand beside the one you most adore: crowned in roseate coral, smiling at you with patience and love. As you reach for their hand, however, your beloved's form evaporates in a flurry of bubbles, replaced by a cruel cackling as you are ensnared in place by countless chains that bind you and silence you. Your eyes dart in vain to see any trace of the being that once stood by your side, brimming with sapphire tears.

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: Why can't you hear the voice any longer? What have you done wrong? Nothing but silence greets you in this dark place devoid of company as you shiver, now bereft of touch even born from cruelty. Water fills your lungs, though you do not drown while suspended undersea -- you remain here, lingering on the precipice of life and death, awaiting a summons that is never given. What did you do wrong? You heeded their call, before. You promised you would see them. Why are you still alone?

7/25/2021

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: Music? Strange. How long ago had Drocilla sung beside you in the lagoons of Lusternia. The Enchantress sang as you fell too, didn't She? It is not Her song you hear, now, but it feels familiar, nonetheless. Is this a kindness, you wonder? Confusion fills you as you attempt to understand this distant presence, now drowned out by the sea of overlapping voices. What are they saying? Your consciousness presses against the pane of white that separates you from the world beyond, so close that you can almost know it. Impatience swells within you, like a cresting wave.

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: Annoyance fills you as the White Healer's voice whispers into your mind once more, all serenity and calm. The Goddess's patience is like a lake of still water every part of your being urges to shatter: "Your mind suffers deep wounds, Li-varili," you hear Her whisper. "Rest." The veil of white passes over you in its suffocating haze of light, the mild fragrance of magnolias wafting over you. The flowers' soporific influence is gentle and soothing, even as you burn with anger. You had sworn you'd never be restrained again, and yet, here you are.

A sense of distrust and wariness ripples beyond the barrier of white that surrounds you, its source unknown. The Hamadhi, perhaps? But no -- You would recognize Her insufferable voice. Other beings must lurk outside of your consciousness, their judgments as heavy as that of your Cousins. Spite, stinging like a salt-kissed wind, writhes inside you, a serpent coiled to strike the first to dare to voice such words in your presence. How you long to strangle them and drown them in your wrath. Such fantasies comfort you, and if they upset the Healer, so much the better.

Familiar voices drift into your consciousness, the she'nasim of your Bloodtide Coven speaking in hushed whispers as they gaze upon you from a distance. You call out to them, but your thoughts blur in a fog of white, drowsily slurring. Why do they look upon you so? They are waiting, you realise. Wherever you are now, they still look upon you, these precious mortal toys of yours that wear your bromeliad with pride. Your cruel amusement is twinged with peculiar fondness as they stand vigil. Ah, your pretty little fools. You will not disappoint them.

What are they saying about your child? You strain to listen to the murmurs smothered by the walls of white mist. Is the Sea Spirit still lost, then? You cannot imagine your Cousins will let her evade Their notice, though. How much time do you have left to stop Them? Strength is returning you, slowly but surely, but these maddening vines refuse to release their hold. And no matter how hard you try, your mind will not connect to your inert body. The Healer said you had to trust in Her, didn't She? What a cruelty, that She demand the one thing you give to nothing and no one.