lily v lost in the loom on irem and seeing all the different possibilities of the future of the neath pass before her eyes as the tapestry is woven and unwoven, experiencing all the pain, shame, anger, hunger, longing, and bloodlust of her alternate possible selves, walking through the deepest abyss and the most blinding high wilderness and the glassy mirror-worlds, killing and being killed, her body destroyed and remade again and again: hold on guys. i need to start making notes. for like, science. let me go and do it again so i can document it this time.