The messenger flitted off across the dark ocean of Shadesmar, glowing faintly. MeLaan sat in a boat kept afloat by some kind of glowing substance on the hull. The blackness beneath was like a liquid, more viscous than water. It was supposed to be perfectly transparent—if a person slipped into it and sank, you were said to be able to watch them fall, and fall, and fall. “Do you know,” MeLaan said, “what those messengers even are?” “An Invested entity,” her guide said, “which can read Connection to find anyone, anywhere.”
