L'dia Warne, galactic officer and voice of earnest perennial principles, was cleverly stringing together technobabble into a deduction that pointed her toward the school library, where the stone was swimming in the odd elven liquid.
Something isn't right, the signal was dampened by a uniform viscous substance, but the spacetime dimension manifold is... organic?! What could possibly be alive tha-
Her verbose, valid questions were mercifully interrupted by being drenched in said liquid. A triumph for empirical observation.
"Aaaah! Science Officer's log... So long... thanks for... fish?"
L'dia was having her mind expanded more than she thought possible.
She supposed she should be grateful she was bypassing dysfunctional cognitive patterns in this ascension.
...
?!
She... wait, did she supplant the narrator? Is she her own narrator, now?
Why did she have a narrator before? Did everyone have one?
She's too smart to be narrated?! Does she even have a name, anymore?
