When reached I then the farthest north
The sun did stand on end
A dozen orbs in glit’ring robes
To the horizons did descend
Behind them all, looming bright
The Dreaming Moon I did behold
Upon it then I did alight
Lightly, briefly, in repose

Tiris closed the book. “I found that in the Chronicles of Ad Dakhla, in the great libraries of the City of Brass,” he said. “They are some of the last ravings of Le Aaiun, Lady of the Dead River, and it is my belief that the describe another route to the Dreaming Moon.”

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