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It had been but a glimpse, but now, with the added context of Rasalased being interested in this place, perhaps that was enough to interpret more.

Hmm. There were a few emotions and sensations associated with the glimpse. Longing. Satisfaction. Hunger. Pride. But most of all, thirst.

And there was an image, too.

A vast, golden landscape--not only sand but great pillars, too.

Pillars of quartz, unless he was mistaken.

Quite similar to the great pillar that the Pit had only just showed him.

Ooh. Morgunov had to admit: that was a little worrisome. That vision had most certainly been a warning, and here he now was, seeing it again, only this time without the accompanying sense of urgency.

“Yes,” Morgunov finally answered. “I have heard the name. What is your interest in it?” He had a fairly good guess, of course, but there was no point in jumping to conclusions when he could simply ask.

“I seek the arasaba,” said the Dry God.

Morgunov blinked. “Oh! Your mythical lion beasts! You actually believe in them? Your descendants certainly didn’t seem to, last I asked.”

“It is not a question of belief. In the realms beyond, all can be made or unmade. The impossible made possible. But you must already know this, surely.”

“Eheh. I know of the claim, yes. ‘fraid I’m a bit of a skeptic on that front, though. Only the Void could possess the kind of infinite power you’re describing. And the other realms are not of the Void.”

“Some are,” said Rasalased. “Those in which souls reside must belong to the Infinite Current, which in your interpretation would be an aspect of the Void, no?”

Now there was a term he hadn’t heard in a while.

“The Infinite Current...” Morgunov stroked his thin beard as he thought it over.

The Void, supposedly, had many aspects to it. More than were even knowable, perhaps. More than were worth keeping track of, certainly. Such was to be expected when trying to conceptualize the infinite infinities of nonexistence.

But two of the more popular aspects were Chaos and the Infinite Current.

Chaos was supposed to be the nexus point of all creative thought, perhaps even of all creation itself. A theoretical domain of mayhem, madness, genius, and every conceivable idea.

It was also Morgunov’s personal favorite aspect, as it so happened.

The Infinite Current, however, was something a bit different. The Great River of Souls, was another name for it.