>Put the pieces together.

Looks like that blue witch lady has uh, things handled down there, you guess? Maybe her orange friend can help her too. You're sure that MSPA Reader is fine, and if not, you can always just come back and revive her later. Right now, you're too busy enjoying the esoteric effects of the Death of the Reader: you suddenly feel empowered to do sensible, plot-forward things again, like putting the pieces together.

A soup of information floats its alphabet noodles to you in the form of drifting thoughts.

You use your mental spoon to coax them into place, causing the relevant and irrelevant to dance and mingle. You don't know what it is, but your sleuth's intuition has started to tug your sleeve about something.

Today, you saw the face of a sad cherub next to a distinctive-looking location, during your drunken delirium-flight through the void . The Nannasprites said that a powerful ripple wavered through the black hole, almost immediately after you'd witnessed said cherub in the void. Roxy said Callie's been sad lately, and to your eyes, The Ascended Muse looked despondent. What did the other Calliope seek out there, in the void beyond all things? And if she could leave the black hole, why did she return?

Yaldabaoth's name came up too, during your liquored-up hallucinations. Something about his red, red stare and how it is fixed upon our blue little planet--if drunken semi-omniscient inner monologue is to be believed, does it mean he going to start doing something more than just sending monsters? Shortly after, when the initial high wore off, Roxy found you and said she was investigating why items had been turning into guns--a fact which you were already aware of, having been shot by one, and which you would shortly be reminded of, when a mephit's dagger turned into a gun and enabled it to kill your pet snake Lucy. Does this mean that other machinations are in place? Is this something a denizen can do alone from the compressed ruins of the old Sburb session at the heart of the black hole?

What parts fit together? What do they connect to? What does it all mean? Where does it lead to?

What parts are you still missing?

You don't have enough for a conclusion yet, but as you coax the fabric of thought with your spoon, hypotheses churn and turn.

You have a strong hunch you'll find her today. If not the other Calliope herself, if not the Ascended Muse, then at least a clue.

And something else nags at you even more strongly. Something deep down, not quite as tangible as a hypothesis. Just a stomach-deep feeling that what felt like peace was only the beginning of a long and harrowing siege.

>Message her.