Hellsborough Exposed

Yar Viranna I have never seen, and I intend to keep that record unblemished — the accounts that reach me all come secondhand, since surviving her nearness is not the same as surviving her. She is queen of the cold drowned places, the murk-sinks and sealed pits where the murk pools black and unbothered, and the murk wraiths answer to her as their sovereign. Crack a seal she sleeps under and she begins to climb — not with limbs, but down the hivemind itself, drowning one mind in her long cold before casting for the next; and if you are a denizen or a jellyhead, you are on that channel, which means you are already within reach. What she truly hungers for is the one thing she cannot touch: a quiet, off-hivemind Netherlander's mind, a clean empty foothold she has been drowning toward for a very long time. She cannot be killed, only subdued and sent back down, and she remembers the mind that drove her under. Here is your only warning — when the moor goes silent and the murk reads thin where it ought to read deep, you are already standing over her draw, so leave, and do not go looking to test any of this, because she does not need finding, only an opening.