"'As above, so below,'" Blake echoes thoughtfully. The phrase feels familiar (a poem? a movie? The Bible?), but she can't pinpoint the origin. She traces the words in the couch cushion, remembering how it felt when Umabel guided her hands to the edge of the board and filled the clay cliffs with light.

She shakes her head. "I don't know. But we went to the shore. Fought. The Shadows retreated. A network of caves, in the cliffs. Underwater." Could it be so literal? Blake lays her hand flat, and laughs at her own thoughts. "Never any clear directions," she sighs, looking back up at Pansy.