The Synodiporia Psychic Network

[There's a brief, frustrated huff on the network.]

Alright, I seen this kind a' Youkai nonsense before.

If anyone else's tryin' t'navigate through that big area past the tower, it ain't gonna work 'less yer confident in what yer doin'. Not knowin' what yer after an' doubtin' yerself's gonna make it more tricky - an' more dangerous. Keep yer head clear an' don't loose yer cool.

So I've been keepin' an eye on the cabochon space we done discovered earlier, an' I noticed it's changin' up a little.

[There's a brief memory supplied then, of said changes: the sensation of another person in the room gets ignored completely in favour of the ring of windchimes in the air, that seems to get sharper when Kinji's attention turns to the lightning - but, oddly, they almost sound more like harpstrings; and there's a sense of motion underfoot that his fellow subspace divers will recognise as being a right bit faster than before.]

An' I'm wonderin' now if we can't do somethin' t'disrupt it. Cos whatever this is, Altaïr's readin' it as an enemy, it's where the Glatisant done spawned from, an' when some a' that lightnin' got loose it tore a hole in the world an' started spawnin' Nightmares. It ain't good.

[Some time after Interfacing everything, Kinji's managed to get back on a more even keel.]

Alright, so me an' Matthew found out some interestin' stuff just earlier, 'bout how this place all works.

First 'f all, fer those who don't know, down over the edge a' this picnic area's a huge forest. All that fog down there's bein' made by this pools a' water - an' accordin' t'what Raidou told me, that's where all 'f everyone's spirit animals are born.

Ain't nothin' down there but the water an' trees, so it's all safe an' proper fer explorin', but I don't recommend goin' down there alone. Not 'less y'all can get back up alone too.

Now, my point is. When I was down there, I tried Interfacin' one a' the trees there, checkin' out if it was anythin' interestin'. An' what I done got was... well, a whole heap a' voices. Or thoughts, I s'pose might be more accurate. All 'f 'em wishin' an' hopin' - must a' been thousands a' people, just from that one tree, and all a' those thoughts were movin' from the branches down t'the roots and into the water.

So, course I tried testin' the water next.

[And his voice takes on an almost uncharacteristic seriousness and intensity for his next few words:]

Do not go Interfacin' the water.

'Cos when I did, it damn near would a' blown my brains out if'n I hadn't stopped it in less than a second. It's-- it's too much - the water's the goddamn life force a' this entire world. When I was connected t'that, I think I was connected t'just about everythin' else what exists here.

...if anyone's that curious, I can show y'all the memory 'f it. But it's gonna be real damn short, an' it's gonna hurt.

S'pose the biggest thing we got outta that's basically what Thorne was sayin' back at her Salon earlier - how everythin's made up a' thoughts an' willpower, projectin' on the world? Turns out it applies t'Questin' Country as well as Liminal Space.