Moon Mage vision list 2022

This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2022.

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the PREDICT command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.

Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the Plane of Probability and connection to Fate.

2022

Date and Time: 12/15/2022
You find yourself peering over a boat railing, gazing into an uncannily still ocean. As you focus, peripheral distractions fall away, and you begin to see glimmers of movement in the depths. A streak of light flashes across the surface, skittering back and forth a moment before diving deep and vanishing. Darkness, and then a faint glimmer and a luminescent disc expands in the depths, growing larger and larger. The boat suddenly shudders, and the waters vibrate intensely. The ring begins to expand, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 12/15/2022
You find yourself standing before the crumbling ruins of an entire city block, the torn cobblestones of the road jutting as haphazardly as the piles of shattered bricks, windows, and bent iron. Scrub grass has grown through and around the wreckage, young trees reaching for the light between masonry. As you study the wreckage, you see a fading sign that reads "-erna Way". Nearby movement catches your eye and a woman in a wide-brimmed hat lights a cigarillo and inhales deeply. She exhales a cloud of smoke and says, "Well, it was worth a shot." The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Crossing	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 12/15/2022
A steady drumbeat furiously echoes around you, and you find yourself standing before a war band of men and women brandishing spears, clad in leather and bone, masked in the skulls of wolf, bear, and wyvern. A tall warrior stands before the force, spear held high as he rallies the group. "Who will grind their cities to dust?" he shouts, and the warriors pound their chests twice in response. "Who will shatter their air?" he howls, and the warriors pound their chests twice. "Who will pull screaming iron from their mountains?" he screams, and the warriors pound their chests twice. "They do not have permission!" he yells, and the assembly roars with noise. "They do not have permission!" he yells, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 12/15/2022
You smell the oppressive weight of creaking timber and wet hemp rope all around you, and realize you are in the hold of a storm-battered ship. A gaethzen lantern swings above, casting its harsh light around the room. A chaotic scene of shipwrights struggling to patch a large hole in the hull while simultaneously repairing a snapped whipstaff. The team shouts commands in indecipherable jargon, and a mage produces a narrow stream of searing blue-hot flames to weld a brace to begin rejoining and supporting the steering column. Suddenly a violent explosion rocks the scene, and the mage is thrown to the ground, accidentally setting ablaze a spilled puddle of sealing pitch, and the room begins to burn. The team continues its work, indifferent to the inferno, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 12/15/2022
A crack in nothingness spiders across your field of view, and after a moment, disappears behind a perfectly square panel of utter black hanging in midair. You gaze at the paper thin blackness which is markedly nearby, but perfect edged and fathomless. Pinpricks of light appear in its depths, spiraling forward, and with the sound of shattering glass, the panel slowly hazes over, resolving into the normal, unblemished field of view as before. With a *click*, the square disruption vanishes, and everything appears normal. You blink in confusion, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 11/17/2022
You find yourself walking alongside an armored caravan, wrapped in sheets of lead-kertig alloy, pulled by a spindly crystalline beast. A bizarre landscape slowly rolls by, six-limbed creatures with too many eyes occasionally screaming at you from the purple leaved canopy. The envoy approaches a large arch filled with orange light, and you board the caravan, the doors locking from within, windowed shutters clicking in place. The caravan continues forward once again, and an icy chill takes hold as the terrain becomes bumpier. A fellow passenger thumbs a gaethzen orb, filling the small compartment with feeble light, and looking at your traveling companions, your vision blurs uncomfortably, buzzing, jarring. Tooth and claw, maw and tentacle, someone begins to scream. The walls of the caravan groan as it flexes and buckles, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 11/17/2022
You smell wildflowers and baked earth, and find yourself standing on an open grassy steppe. A man walks to the center of a field of strange bushes covered in faintly glowing silvery-white blossoms, and approaches a stack of wooden boxes, slowly separating them, revealing bee hives. A cloud of annoyed bees quickly forms around the man, but he moves calmly and speaks kindly, and the bees do not bother him. Lifting a few frames to inspect the pale yellow comb, the man replaces a few of the immature frames, and gently pares comb from others, collecting the material into a tall bucket. Replacing the stacked boxes and thanking the bees, the man carries the bounty away, balancing the bucket on one hip, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 11/17/2022
An elderly couple walks hand in hand, entering a small garden space. The man talks at length of how each plant is faring, new growth, and scolding and removing weeds. The woman looks bored, but watches the man with a bemused smile. He kneels before a large protea bush and prunes a few dead leaves. "This one is growing strong," he says. "The bees love it too." The woman smiles, and tilts her face to the warm sun. The man continues tending to the garden, and after a moment slowly rises, wincing a bit in his old age, and approaches the woman, handing her a brilliant blossom. She accepts it graciously, and hand in hand, they leave the garden. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 11/17/2022
You hear a loud *thump!*, and find yourself walking in a forest with tall trees. The *thump!* repeats, rhythmic, slow and steady as a metronome. You continue down the path, and the *thump!* grows louder. Soon, you see a man dressed in simple robes, repeatedly punching a tree. The tree's bark is flattened, splintered to a pulp, and the man lands steady blow after steady blow, shaking the branches and leaves with each strike. "What are you doing?" you hear yourself asking. "Learning." the man says, neither looking at you nor ceasing the steady striking. "What is the lesson?" you ask. "I am not yet sure." the man replies. You stand in silence for a moment, listening to the steady *thump!* of continuing blows, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 11/17/2022
You feel mildly uncomfortable, jittery, your heart beating a little too fast. Something is wrong, and you feel... misplaced? Looking around, everything appears normal. You steady yourself and look down at your hands, noticing your left index finger twitches. No, it's not twitching, it's flickering, a broken illusion with a trailing shimmer, and with a sudden intake of breath, you briefly recall crystalline dissection needles approaching your eyes. You begin to panic, and clench your fists in fear. You find yourself looking at your hands, the twitch gone. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 11/12/2022
Your vision clouds over. Serpentine shapes writhe in the distance, occasionally coiling together and uncoiling in an instant to lash out at other shadows in the mist. With a tremendous crackle and a burst of light, something flattens a building right behind you. As it topples, you turn around in time to catch its blast wave of cinder and soot in the face. You blink and paw at your seared eyes, and everything shifts back to normal.
Possible Subjects: Cloud Eel	Repeat: False

Date and Time: 10/15/2022
You feel cold grass beneath your feet, and feel the whispers of the stars far above in the dark night sky. A radiant blob of black ooze mars the sky, slowly drifting downward. Pulsating as it descends with a purple glimmer flickering at its center, the blob hovers above you for a moment, pulling itself tighter and tighter before silently exploding outward with a flurry of shadowy particles. Whereever the dark snow lands erupts with spreading tendrils and roots, a growing fungus that blankets all visible surfaces. A single piece lands on the back of your hand, and you watch as your arm is covered in writhing black. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 10/15/2022
You find yourself seated in a dark room at a large bar. The back wall is lined with neatly arrayed bottles of various colors -- caramel toned whiskeys, dark rums, clear vodkas, milky unfiltered zuoganaas and countless others. A warmly smiling Human man stands on the other side of the bar and says, "I know just the thing." The man grabs a tumbler and peels an orange, twisting a strip of rind before dropping it in. Adding a pinch of sugar and dash of bitters, the man muddles the mixture and pours a generous portion of whiskey. You hear an eruption of laughter, and the man grins and nods to someone behind you. The man places a large pyramid of ice into the glass, gently stirring before sliding the drink towards you. The man says "We don't always remember, but this will help you return." You look into the glass, watching the pyramid of ice slowly cracking, swirling fluids mixing and twinkling, and the room grows distant as the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 10/15/2022
A cruel General stands before a city gate, a bloody brother and sister clinging to one another nearby. The General summons fire, scorching blue flames curling up his arm, and screams across the battlements, "Face me, face me now, or they die like the rest!" Somber faces peer down from the battlements, but no one moves, and the children cling to one another, the younger boy weeping, the older sister's jaw clenched in fury. Some time passes. "You made your choice." the General finally says. The flames erupt, spiraling toward the children, the boy screaming in fear. The fire rages, claws forward, and the older sister looks up defiantly, holds her palm forward and softly says, "No." The walls of the city splinter and explode in every direction, the General's flesh peels from his bones, and the sky breaks. The boy stops screaming, and looks at his sister in wonder. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 10/15/2022
You find yourself standing before a mirror, gazing at your reflection. You tentatively reach forward and touch the smooth glass, but as your fingers graze the surface, the reflection of your hand ripples and takes on monstrous form -- a hideous claw wrapped in vile tentacles. The reflected appendage reaches through the mirror and gently intertwines its fingers with your own, and you recoil in revulsion, your reflection reverting to normal. You collect yourself and lean forward, watching as your visage twists and contorts, gazing at you in monstrous reflected curiosity, and you push against the glass, falling into the mirror. You turn and see your reflection, normal in every way, and look down to gaze upon your hideous claws. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 10/15/2022
You find yourself in a long corridor smelling of pine, a warm, dry breeze carrying the sound of grinding stone and clanking metal. As you watch, paint chips flake upward from the sandy floor, settling on the walls, recreating a lost mural composed of words and symbols winding around fanciful depictions of a giant, multi-limbed being striding across a forest. The mural continues around the bend of the hall, so you walk forward, revealing a robed figure kneeling at a stone altar painting the face of a large clay figure. The mural continues to form, the robed figure continues their meticulous work, and the clay figure twitches. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 9/16/2022
You smell the tang of the ocean and feel a warm breeze as you find yourself wandering along a stone pathway lined with coconut palm and smelling of flowering ginger. The path terminates in a clearing sheltering a crystal clear pool, which you wade into, allowing the cool waters to surround you. Something brushes against your leg and you feel a flash of pain as your leg convulses, your calves clenching a long moment before slowly relaxing. Silvery fish begin to swim towards you, circling closely. Something resembling a whiskered eel dashes towards you, and erupts in yellow-green electricity which spiders in all directions. Several other fish join, weaving a net of blazing light, and you fall beneath the waters, paralyzed and rigid, your muscles taut and your tendons creaking. The barrage continues, and you slowly make sense of lesson. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Electrogenesis	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 9/16/2022
You find yourself seated on a finely polished wood floor, wrapped in fine silk. Before you is a life-sized porcelain <race> marionette, hanging limply, folded over itself. With a shiver, the doll straightens, mirroring your poise, and smoothly bows to you. Producing a fine paintbrush, the figure begins to paint a flowing pattern of ivy and geometric repetitions along its foot, winding up its ankle. As the figure progresses to its calf, the first markings begin to dry, and the smooth white ceramic cracks and falls apart. The figure continues to paint, moving up his thigh, as the ankle and calf crumble into small shards, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 9/16/2022
You find yourself leaning over a lute and strumming a complex melody. Winding along a complex sequence, you find the tune elusive, and suddenly, a string snaps, surprisingly violently. You glance down in concern, realizing how close your fingers were to the released tension, but in a flash of insight, are able to work around the missing string. You find the progression, smoothly continuing the melody, the music cooperating. With a smile and a flourish, you finish the piece, confident in your ability to repeat the task. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 9/16/2022
You stand before a pair of chairs. Written along one is an indecipherable scrawl that blurs and shifts, defying your ability to make sense of the meaning. Written along the other chair in a simple script, "*******" is neatly printed. You look at both, hesitating and uncertain, and the silence thickens, your heartbeat steady and slow. You sit in the chair that does not bear your name, feel your view stretched and skewed, remember what has not yet occurred, and accept what is not possible. Space unravels around you, blue fire tears across your form, and you are consumed. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 9/16/2022
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and a snarling creature of mud and fire clad in twisted iron lumbers forward. A young child lifts a pike, no more than a sharpened branch, and stares forward defiantly, his arm shaking slightly. The creature bows and draws a blade glowing with heat, vibrating with hate, and falls into a ready position. The child lunges forward, but in that moment, a massive figure clad in golden plate slams into the creature, roaring in fury. The child gasps as he watches the two pummel one another, and dropping the makeshift pike, stumbles backwards, terror taking the place of bravery. The figure glances at the child and grins, and the child flees. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 8/18/2022
The air feels dry and empty, a ringing hollowness echoing your every breath. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you find yourself standing before a semicircle of thirteen seated figures draped in robes. The cloth is faded, and the figures' faces are obscured by deeply cowled hoods and the darkness. Your heart pounding, you take a take a step forward -- and another -- your feet crunching debris and stirring dust with every step, conspicuously loud in the oppressive silence. You walk for hours, but the dais of seated figures does not grow any closer. You continue to walk, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Immortals	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 8/18/2022
With a hammering blow, you feel the air torn from your chest and find yourself cast high into the sky, the curve of Elanthia falling away as you flail madly to orient yourself. You soar past icy planets into the space beyond, and you find yourself pulled towards a furiously spinning construction, an almost-lighthouse casting opposite twin beams that rotate so quickly they resemble a disc. The spinning steadily slows, until the two beams are still, lancing outward from a brilliant ball of blinding light. The stars shift around you, as if fleeing. The twin beams begin to move again, twitching and seeking, drawing closer in a winding surge, and with a start, you realize that they are narrowing in on you. As they get closer, you feel their pressure and chill, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 8/18/2022
You see a man chained to a wall in a small stone room, a thick iron banded door suggesting a prison cell. The man glances around and sighs, his wrists rubbed raw. Closing his eyes in concentration, he goes still a moment. A rat scampers through a crack in the wall and looks up at the man with intelligent eyes, and he smiles in relief. The rat returns to the crack, and struggles a moment to drag something through, its tiny legs and claws scratching against the stone a moment, and it finally pulls a small bauble into the room. The man beams, and the rat scampers forward, the object held in its jaws trailing blue sparks and crackling with energy. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 8/18/2022
You find yourself standing before a large mosaic, its polished and shaped gems and crystals scintillating amid a sparkling night sky. You reach out and touch the wall, and it flares with blinding light. You shut your eyes, but strangely, you find that you can see a clearly defined maze before you, visible behind your eyelids. You begin to walk forward, progressing through the maze's turns, and find yourself at a dead end. You open your eyes and feel a flash of cold, and you find yourself standing before the large mosaic. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 8/18/2022
A hunter stumbles down a mountain pass, bleeding and battered. Wincing, the man leans against a tree and yanks a large talon from his thigh, wrapping the wound tightly before continuing on. Limping slowly, he reaches a trailhead and pauses a moment to catch his breath, leaving a bloody hand print on a nearby tree. Inhaling deeply, the man continues on, grimacing and pale. Reaching a crossroads, he approaches a short, wide bush. The bush shakes as he approaches, its broad leaves rustling, and it extends a tendril welcoming him. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 7/16/2022
A scuttling can be heard at your feet, and you kneel to examine the dirt. A tiny crystalline creature carries a small pebble and walks a ways before setting it down and heading off. Another emerges from nearby foliage, also carrying a pebble, and sets it down next to the first pebble, and also heads off. The scuttling intensifies, and hundreds of crystalline creatures scamper from every direction, each carrying a pebble, each placing their burden down next to the other pebbles. This continues for some time, and shortly, an elaborate geometrically patterned mosaic of carefully laid pebbles stretches around you. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Crauyarin scuttler	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 7/16/2022
You find yourself in a vast cavern, water dripping from stalactites and damp limestone deposits. You are confused -- lost and unable to make sense of your surroundings. A small creature made of white light approaches, a many-pronged crown large and imposing atop its short and insectile body. The creature reaches a clawed appendage, and begins to shape motes of light into swirls and geometric forms. Your thoughts and feelings organize, and your fear abates. The creature nods its mouthless face at you in respect and walks back into the shadows. A fetid orange wind begins to blow, a vile cloud of rot and rage infiltrating your nose and lungs. You begin to cough as your thoughts fragment, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 7/16/2022
You stand before a large aquamarine pool, its cloudy, mineral-rich waters swirling and steaming, heated from subterranean thermal springs. You wade into the hot water, relaxing as you are surrounded by warmth, and breathe a sigh of relief. As you lie backwards, you feel time passing, and watch as tufa deposits grow along the banks of the waters, burbling upwards as the water splashes and stirs, eventually enclosing you in a cocoon of fibrous, porous rock growths. You inhale the faintly sulfurous air, close your eyes, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 7/16/2022
You float in the cold of emptiness and hear the song of distant constellations. Before you spins a strange structure, rings nested within geometric forms wrung with pulsing light. Through the gaps, you see a caged star, burning bright blue. Periodically blazing coronal ejections roar outward and lash against the structure, curving backwards along unseen currents as dissipating matter rains back down. The structure is unblemished by these flares. You begin to hear it, the agony, seething in fury and desperation. The fear. The star is helpless, and it is suffocating. As the structure spins, you catch snippets of star's screams: the words "not," "you," and "permission." The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 7/16/2022
You find yourself walking down a featureless marble hallway. You come to a fork and turn left. Ahead of you sits an old woman at a simple wooden desk. She smiles and says, "Turn around." Glancing over your shoulder, a writhing mass of shadows slashes into your face. You scream in agony, and... You find yourself walking down a featureless marble hallway. You clutch your face, but are not wounded. You come to a fork and turn right. Ahead of you sits an old woman at a simple wooden desk. She smiles and says, "Turn around." You clench your eyes shut, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/18/2022
Seated before a mirror, a man with several disfiguring scars marring his face examines his reflection. He opens a drawer and carefully removes a porcelain mask, which he sets carefully on the ground before the mirror. Holding a simple lacquered cosmetics case, he begins to bury his scars under creams and powders. After some time, his subtle work has accomplished the impressive - his face is whole, composed and regal, free of blemish. He inhales deeply, and, lifting a knife to his jaw, cuts a smooth line up his cheek, past his temple, curving over his brow and down the bridge of his nose. The mask begins to bleed, and starlight pours from its eyes and nostrils. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/18/2022
A curious shadow passes overhead, blocking the sun. You look up, and spot a perfect octahedron made of black crystal descending. Though it is difficult to gauge size and distance, as it approaches, it begins a complex involution, spinning around additional surfaces and casting maddeningly complex internal reflections. Suddenly, three perfectly identical upright rectangular blocks erupt from its surface and begin to orbit it rapidly, bending into elongated sheets and splitting into six, then twelve orbiting bodies. A beam of dark light slices outward, striking the orbiting blocks, which reflect the radiance into a spinning disc. As the whole structure continues to descend you hear the shattering of glass, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/18/2022
You find yourself walking along the edge of a vast cliff, above an endless darkness, blanketed with swirling clouds that stretch as far as you can see. As you breathe in the cold air, you hear them, a slow drum beat and soft chant marking their approach, but you do not turn to greet them. Stones skitter and crush beneath plate-clad boots, cloaks billow and snap in the wind, and a horn sounds a single note, commanding an orchestrated halt. The silence is profound -- and uninterrupted. "We answered the call," comes a strong voice behind you. You bend to pick up a small pebble, and throwing it out over the cliff, watch it disappear into the distance as the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/18/2022
In the hot noonday sun, a group of men and women kneel, tied and blindfolded. Robed figures walk among them, holding glowing cloths over the bound individuals' faces. As they inhale deeply, the bound men and women begin to struggle against their restraints, to bleed from their nostrils and scream maniacally. One by one they sprint towards the setting sun, running at full tilt, smashing into trees and falling into crevices, tripping and stumbling and howling like animals. When the sun sets, seven remain, and they fall to the ground panting and heaving, bloodied and exhausted. A robed figure approaches, glowing with a cold blue radiance, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/18/2022
You find yourself sitting in a dark room on a simple metal chair before a mirror. After a moment, you realize the image before you is not a mirror casting a reflection, but a perfect copy, the same appearance and clothes, sitting on the same chair. You sit, knees almost touching, and scrutinize the being before you replicating your mannerisms. "What is the meaning of this?" the duplicate asks suddenly. For a moment, you consider magical lessons from long ago that may aid in understanding this creature, secrets and insights. The duplicate lunges forward and grasps your wrist. "I thought you one of them. Come now, speak to me as an equal. For whatever we are. They know. They always knew. And we will show them what can be." You pull your wrist free and leap backwards, knocking over the chair. The duplicate smiles and declares, "The vision will fade now." The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/20/2022
You find yourself walking along a broken street, cobblestones irregular and shifted, the lamp posts rusted and sagging. The buildings lining the road bear broken windows open into darkness and are covered in winding ivy and moss, with birds nesting on ledges and in gaps in the masonry. Nature has reclaimed this city. A pair of children run around the corner and freeze when they see you. They stare at you cautiously for a long moment, then, eyes going wide, point over your shoulder. They dive into an open building, and you follow. The air begins to chill and reek of ozone, and you hear the heavy, sharp footfalls of something with too many limbs approaching. A small hand covers your mouth, and you hear someone whisper "Be silent." Frost coats the damp, mossy bricks and the crackle of electricity passes by. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/20/2022
Walking along a muddy path, the air takes on an oppressive humidity and fills with the sound of bird and insect call. As you wander, you hear the rushing of water and come across a waterfall, a dangerous drop onto moss-covered rocks. Unable to progress further, you notice a ring of dark stones covered in moss interspersed with white wildflowers. As you kneel to examine the structure, the stones begin to glow, and the waterfall stops, droplets frozen in midair. The outline of a brilliant white spiral stairwell extends into the ground below. With some trepidation, you slowly walk down the luminous structure. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/20/2022
You find yourself seated in a large, dark auditorium, a single blazing beam of light pointed at a resplendently dressed woman standing in the center of an elevated stage. She wears a stunning flowing green dress, and a large amethyst hangs around her neck. Her lips are painted a striking red and her eyes blackened by midnight kohl. She looks directly at you, captivating you with her gaze, and she begins to sing. Her voice is unlike anything you have ever heard, weaving an aria in an unknown language. As the melody builds, you smell something vile nearby. The enchantment broken, you turn from the singer to study your surroundings, realizing you are seated between a pair of corpses that are rotting into the luxurious chairs. You leap to your feat in horror, frantically glancing around, and realize the entire audience is composed of corpses in various states of decay. The woman stops singing and coldly says, "MoonMageName, we aren't finished." The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/20/2022
The sky crackles and warps, bending between night and day, and you hear shouting behind you. Turning, you see three women building a complicated spell pattern, discussing technicalities and minutia beyond your understanding. They speak of reinforcing arrays, oscillating redundancies, spike capacitance, and frequency conversion. Working together, they begin to shape a spiraling orb of nested geometries and light. A furious whisper can be heard through the howl of the creation, the stretched word "you." The trio funnels energies into the orb, causing it to flare wildly. The pattern seems to sigh, hissing a long "do," and the women shout warnings to one another as they pull and shape their magics. Shifting dramatically, the energies collapse into tight cube, angrily howling "not." As one, the women thrust their hands forward, the cube spinning madly, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/20/2022
You find yourself in the gallery of a lighthouse overlooking the ocean. Several islands dot the horizon, bathing in the rich red light of the setting sun, while Katamba and Yavash rise low over the waters. The lantern slowly rotates, casting a brilliant beam outward, and as you idly watch its path, one of the islands wavers and vanishes. You blink in confusion, and a flock of seabirds makes its way out to a shoal to fish for dinner. You walk around the walkway, noticing several tall cedar, gum, and cypress trees along the coast. Several of the trees collapse into little more than scattered dust, vanishing. A faint *tink* echoes from the lantern, and the lenses shatter, the pieces dissipating as they vanish. The sea breeze smells of salt, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2022
You find yourself walking along a quiet and calm beachfront, the waves hissing along the sands. A thick fog pours from the sea, smelling of brine and obscuring your vision. The air is cool and the sand colder still. A rumbling series of clicks echoes around you, and a surge of surf washes chilly seawater around your ankles. A deafening double hoot trills in the distance. The waters recede, leaving your feet partially buried in wet sand, and you wriggle your way free. As you peer into the mist, a slight breeze stirs the air and you are able to make out the vague outline of a long, centipede-like creature walking along the coast, slowly lumbering on countless legs, its body fading from sight. It pauses and turns to the shore, tilting its strange head as a multitude of inky black compound eye fixate on you. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2022
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and you find yourself standing in an open field of cinders. A figure clad in golden plate charges at you, leaps from thirty feet away, and thrusts a spear forward, ready to strike. The tip of the spear sails past your cheek, and as the figure knocks you aside, you hear an otherworldly scream. You see the figure locked in combat with a tall creature made of flowing stone banded in red lightning, lashing limb and electricity against golden plate. As spear and stone collide at blinding speed, the creature grabs the figure's hand and crushes it. Screaming in pain, the figure headbutts the creature and both fall backwards, motionless. With his remaining hand, the figure tears off his helm and grins at you from behind a bloodied face, and shakily struggles to his feet. The creature writhes to a standing position, and brandishing the spear with his good hand, the figure faces the creature. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2022
You find yourself floating in nothingness, and you cannot remember anything. You begin to gather yourself, creating first principles, simple mathematics, and logic. At your whim, you give rise to space, emptiness now stretching around you, and sparks flicker near and far, sequences resulting in the sequential progression of time. For now. Time passes. A field of stardust shimmers, bathed in knowledge and secrets, whispers of what was before. You kneel, dig a small hole, and drop a single seed into the pit, which you cover. A seedling emerges and unfurls fuzzy, oblong leaves. A pointed bud forms and ripens quickly, its layered white petals edged in red, spiraling slightly. You step back, the protea flower blossoming before your eyes revealing billowing shadows. As what passes for the air around you fills with the scent of sweet honey, you watch in wonder as dozens of seedlings pop up nearby, then hundreds, then thousands, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2022
Hiking up a steep mountain, you turn a moment and watch birds soaring along the ocean. As you make your way around a boulder field, you spot a tall menhir at the edge of a cliff. Long flowing lines cover the statue, and as the sun sets, the menhir begins to glow. Suddenly, the ground shakes, and a fumarole geysers yellow smoke into the air for a long moment. When the smoke clears, you find yourself standing before a large opening that reeks of stinging sulfur. An angry hiss echoes along the cave walls, and a pair of glistening silver eyes open in the depths, staring at you hungrily. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2022
You find yourself in a dark forest standing before a campfire. A man kneels before the flames, gripping his left forearm and staring at his hand, straining in agony and effort, his muscles bulging and sweat pouring from his body. His left hand shakes, clenching, the knuckles cracking and tendons creaking. The man snarls and says through gritted teeth, "We will show them. We will show them all." He wrestles his struggling hand down slowly... slowly... into the flame, and as the flesh begins to blacken, several eyes open along the palm and look around frantically. Red pustules bubble and pop, and a sharp-toothed maw opens along his wrist and begins to scream. As the appendage burns, it seems to drink in the flames, changing and twisting, and soon the man begins to scream instead. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2022
Three men sit before a forge, trading turns pumping a bellows as they argue about nothing of consequence, conversations well tread and meaningless in their familiarity. When the time comes, they disagree that the metal is ready but masterfully cooperate in the transfer of the crucible as they pour brilliant blue liquid into a complex mold. Bickering about the quality of the pour as they wait for the material to cool, they each gather their tools -- mallet and tongs, chisels and files, lens and crystal -- and watch as the form settles. After some time, the mallet is swung and the mold shatters, revealing a complicated looking component cast in a silvery-blue metal. They continue to argue as they set to work shifting the piece slightly, bending and twisting, removing material and channeling energy, and the coals slowly cool as their craft continues. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2022
A naked boy kneels in the mud before a regal figure and speaks in a guttural tongue. Though you are unfamiliar with the language, you understand every word. "My esteemed lord", the boy says. "I seek your tutelage, that I may master the blade. I have nothing to offer but my life." The figure looks at the skinny child and nods his approval. Removing his cloak, he casts it over the boy's shoulders and bids him to rise. He takes the boy's hand and, in a smooth motion, draws a short blade and drags a spiraling cut encircling the child's forearm. The boy does not flinch, and the figure nods his approval. "You will learn of the edge and the point, of the steel that rends the air. You will learn of pain, both swift and long. But first, you will soak in death." The figure raises a hand and chops the air before him, and the sky cleanly divides vertically into night and day. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2022
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and you find yourself observing a furious battle. A dozen figures in golden plate coordinate an assault against two monstrosities, abominations of twisted ice and bristling feather. Driving their quarry, the figures press the attack, forcing the beasts back. Quick as lightning, one of the creatures snaps a smoking tentacle forward and slices a figure in half, and the other gathers itself and begins screaming with such force that the figures drop to their knees in pain. Moving faster than you thought possible, a figure sprints for the horrors and leaps, shield braced, spear forward. Impaling one of the creatures, he twists the weapon and mercilessly stomps on its head. The other creature moves to attack, you catch a glimpse of the figure's narrowed eyes and sardonic smirk moments before he is torn limb from limb, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: The Bulwark	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2022
A king sits atop a crystal throne and gazes across his court. A dozen generals discuss plans of conquest and defense, border disputes and uprisings, monsters clamoring for their destruction and catastrophe encroaching on their lands. Robed academics complain as they sketch complicated diagrams and point to indecipherable charts, warning of unforeseen concerns and consequences. A wren chirrups at the window, and the king stares at the bird a moment before it flutters away. The king holds a burnt hand for silence, and the assembled advisors bow their heads respectfully, the throne room falling quiet. A fool dressed in stylized phases of the moon dances forward whistling a merry tune and conjures a dozen orbs of starlight, which he begins to juggle. "You could always ask permission." The fool says, and begins to laugh uproariously. The king sighs, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2022
A woman climbs a twisted oak, confidently pulling herself higher and higher into its branches. Gently parting curtains of bearded moss, she smoothly walks out onto a broad horizontal branch and takes a seat. As your field of view narrows, you see that the tree clings to the edge of a tall cliff, the branch she perches upon stretching over a stunningly high drop. Smoothly lighting a cigarillo and taking a long drag, the woman smiles softly and scans the horizon. The woman slowly exhales a cloud of smoke. A breathtaking vista of churning storm clouds crackle with lightning, and a raging forest fire spreads across the land, ash and ember rising to the sky. The woman takes another drag of her cigarillo as she watches the land burn, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/18/2022
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and you find yourself standing on a black sand beach, crashing waves buffeting rocky shoals. The ocean churns, countless crystalline and steel wire tentacles writhing in the surf, and a number of long appendages menacingly reach for you. Suddenly, a figure clad in gold plate rushes forward, slashing at the grasping tentacles and shoving you back. The figure continues battling, pushing several tentacles away with a massive tower shield, but one wraps around the figure's ankle, pulling them off balance. Glancing back at you, the figure grins briefly before being flung into the ocean, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: The Bulwark	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/18/2022
A battered man limps along a dusty road, his left hand clasped over his right bicep, blood dripping between his fingers. One eye is swollen shut, and a thick cut crosses the bridge of his nose. Further ahead, an ephemeral tree grows, wavering slightly in the breeze. The man touches the tree, and takes a deep breath in relief, some of his bruises fading and his wounds knitting. He sits down, leaning against the trunk, closes his eyes, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Empath, Circle of Sympathy	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/18/2022
You find yourself in an enormous cathedral with brilliant, multi-hued light streaming through stained glass windows as spears of color spanning the expansive space. A golden altar sparkles under a shaft of crimson, resplendent and regal, and crystalline chandeliers hang from the ceiling, lit from above by tridecagon cut prisms. A billowing shadow begins to coalesce along the floor, writhing to avoid the inescapable light. With a dull rumble, the chandeliers begin to sway, and the darkness skitters evasively. The rumble continues, and cracks spider along the masonry. One of the stained glass windows shatters, shards of colored glass raining to the ground, revealing inky darkness outside. The chandeliers explode, trailing shards of crystal which remain suspended in the air, forming a haze of illuminated, reflective dust. The shadows begin to expand, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/18/2022
Images flicker before you, snippets behind broken reflections, whispered in echoing chambers. A smooth dome, a spinning geared wheel, cambrinth cores coiled with alternating copper and oravir wiring. You see yourself hunched over a workbench, twisting a thin metal rod and scribing cold runes in bright starlight. A shadowy figure emerges from a darkened doorway, and in one smooth motion slams the door shut. A square-cut crystal pane slots smoothly over complex gearwork, *click*, *click*, *click*, wound tight, the spring uncoils. The structures vanish, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Zengmodaleth	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/18/2022
You find yourself in a smoky room, standing before a seated woman wrapped in a broad cloak and wearing a wide brimmed hat. A cigarillo flares cherry red, softly illuminating the lower half of her scarred face, and she grins widely. Tilting her head up, her cataract eyes stare directly at you beneath the brim of her hat, and she exhales twin plumes of acrid smoke from her nostrils. You are telling a story, one you are intimately familiar with, though you pause, unsure of what happens next. "Is that all then?" she asks. She reaches forward, her tattooed arm displaying a vivid depiction of the exploits you just recounted to her, and you watch as the images begin to move and shift. She laughs, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2022
You find yourself standing on the deck of a ship, gently rocking on easy waters and light winds under a clear night sky, constellations twinkling above. A hatch opens with a loud *clang* and a man with pale skin and a broad figure stomps onto the deck, wearing multiple belts strung with blocks of lead and thick metal boots. With slow, laborious steps, the man walks to the edge of the boat, and cupping his hands skyward, basks in a cascade of starlight, which coalesces into a shell around him. After briefly checking the integrity of his armored suit, he sits on the railing and looks directly at you. "They would ask forgiveness. We seek what is ours," he says as he rolls backwards, falling into the waters and sinking like a stone. You watch the faint glow of his crystal-encased form vanish into the depths, blinking in confusion as the reflection of the stars above blossom with novas, and the constellations skew madly. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Traders	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2022
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself clinging awkwardly to a writhing web of electricity. To your surprise, the lightning appears to be solid and holds your weight, though it moves chaotically, connections forming and separating before your eyes. As you climb along the strange landscape, you feel yourself pulled towards a collection of strands that seem to converge at a cocoon of densely wrapped electricity. As you pause to investigate the object, the web begins to vibrate, and a large multi-limbed being made of shivering arcs of electricity scurries towards you, effortlessly flowing along and through the lightning webbing. Pausing before you, the creature unfolds several extra crackling limbs, and seems to study you for a long moment. The nearby cocoon twitches suddenly, the creatures loses interest in you, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Zengmodaleth	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2022
Panic! The claws slash at your back and you run. Faster and faster you flee, slavering maws snapping at your heels! You hear them yowling and chittering, scurrying along on too many limbs, calling to one another as they coordinate, herding, approaching on your left, and you duck, sliding under a narrow opening, your lungs burning for air as you run, run faster than you have ever run before. You round a bend and something rakes across your leg, and you feel your blood flowing freely. A doorway appears before you and you leap, covering your head and face, and as you smash through a wall of crystal you begin to fall. Spinning around surrounding by reflective fragments, you watch as the door recedes and snarling forms peek through, howling. You fall, and the stars burn around you. You fall, and your reflections begin to smirk. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2022
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and blood-red snow streams around you, muting all sound with a gentle hiss. A brilliant line of blinding white sparks etch a complex diagram in the ground, a wide circle criss-crossed with harsh lines and intersected curves. As the diagram forms, waves of heat rise, and after a moment, the sparks cease, and the heat intensifies, melting the snow into a torrential rain. Suddenly a squad of figures in golden plate rush to the diagram's perimeter, forming an inward facing shield wall, shouting at you to run. The ground shakes. One of the figures rushes forward, knocking you clean off your feet. The figure rolls over you, grabbing you like a doll, and throws you over his brethren's shield wall. As you sail through the air, you catch a glimpse of a spiraling column of fire, immolating the kneeling figure, his grin and wink visible as his flesh blackens and chars. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: The Bulwark	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2022
You find yourself diving in shallow waters, swimming among corals and neon fish. The hot sun beats down, and an octopus flashes green and red before darting away. As you explore the waters, a large leafy seahorse with an array of bizarre colors and flowing stripes seems to take interest, squaring off towards you and extending rippled fins disguised as grasses. Its throat expands and contracts in a strange display. Suddenly it spits a tight jet of blue fluid at you, which strikes your chest and slowly dissipates. Your heart begins to race, and your limbs feel heavy. The colors begin to laugh. The seahorse blurs as it conjoins into the spaces between the waves, and the sun is so loud because it calls across the distance, rudely interrupting the moons, so rude, so very rude. The seahorse shakes its head, a denial, refusing the unasked but always implied question. It swims off, and your heart slows a little. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True