Requirements:

Nowhere will be Somewhere

My disease arose from Nowhere, but if its denizens forget this world and move to somewhere beyond, my disease will leave me for good - or perhaps I will leave my disease.

A Night of Rest

When the world came to know of Nowhere, Nowhere came to know the world. Through that knowledge did the gods-from-Nowhere learn to creep into reality, but as we begin to forget them, their forms return to the darkened sea from which they arose. My sickness too is drawn to the sea, and when I enter, I will not return as I was. Perhaps I will not return at all. But whatever comes to pass, I will be cured. [You have shaped the Histories; set a stone in their foundation; reached a destination; finished the game. The roots of the world run ever deeper. Please accept our congratulations.]

Tarot: Bateleur