[Entry XII]
Recovered from the salt-dark tunnels below the old battery after the Mirror of Velaan pointed to a “door of hours,” this folding orb once served as a field compass for memories—six tiny chambers for the six directions. The Dreamwalker stocked it with tokens from the Rooted Path crossroads and named it World Within (whispered by some as Worth Within), because its value is whatever you choose to house inside.
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Closed, it’s a moon made of quiet. Press the hinge and the silver orb flowers—six little chambers, six small skies. I fed each a proof of travel: salt from the battery wall, a feather splice, a chalk crumb from the tunnel seam, a sliver of mirror, a bead of dusk, a thread from Velaan’s bridle.
The World Within doesn’t trap memories. It arranges them—North, South, East, West, Above, Below—so a question can walk the circle and choose its door. Hold the sphere to your throat and ask. Open it. Notice which petal the light greets first. That is the way through.
I tried it at low tide. The light chose Below. The tunnel answered in a double hum, close as brothers. I left a coin and kept my name. On the walk back, the orb felt warmer, as if the rooms inside had found their weather.
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Record preserved by perilpoet
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