Requirements:

History’s Striving will Subside

‘To every serpent, its cure.’ My affliction reached me from the rot of another History. If all but one are purged, I will find my cure… or receive a painless rest.

Night Waves

Every contradiction in History is an open wound which illness enters. When the Beachcomber’s Worms consume every History but one, they will suture each, and the door of agony through which my ceaseless pain entered shall close. And what will be left of me? Who knows? I can only hope it is something which no longer aches. [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: Picota