A quest.

The other one, the other major supernatural gland he had, had another name too – maybe more mysterious -

But this landscape – if he could slip out his own skull enough to – even observe -

The Orach of Mending - this was the name that his ear had; the other transcendental organ – the Orach of Mending. It was the means by which - maybe it was the fiddler's bow - the instrument by which he played reality across his consciousness. It was a thing by which he detected reality, really, when you thought about it. When you stripped everything else away. It was the Orach of Mending, that was its name, the mysterious name that had come to it, not by his devising, his conscious wish, in fact he couldn't recall the exact details of that either -

He had the sudden sensation that -

The landscape -

he was making himself – he thought he – was making himself up as he went along. Him.

Which was another scary-accurate metaphor for how he related to reality; how his consciousness did, by means of the Orach of Mending. It played, not just what he heard, it went rather farther along that that - it played all his senses through a palate that was tuned with absolutely infinitesimal precision, to the taste, the cadence, and the atmosphere.

Of lies.

Which was exactly what the world was made out of, before him.

- It was certainly going that way, becoming even irretrievably that way, in terms of how every single separate part of it, and especially the ways in which these separate parts of it, combined, and mutually combined, and even in anyway functioned - entirely dependent on these... no longer terribly convincing lies.

In the increments by which he approached Waaat, really the capital city of Waat which was Waaat.

It was the landscape -

Before Art - Art[ion] Mlckk'n Inchance-rify – that was – and it was - there was the landscape that was -

The landscape was – well it was a dirt track, and trees on either side; but it wasn't a dirt track with trees on either side really, it was a slide. His horse managed the slight incline ably in the direction of Waaat, the capital city of Waat; home of the palace of Waat, the chief residence of the Queen of Waat, all conventional and happening in the normal fashion. But the species and flavour of lies it was taking him toward – her name was Slua-Sryh, the Queen of Waat, some kind of combination Cyclops – was a species and flavour of lies that spoke of a piercing and exacting, it had appendages all metal, nothing soft – it was hysteria. He felt it pouring out of Waaat, really all of Waat, he was in Waat already - not just Waaat, the capital city of Waat, and home of the palace of the Queen of...

Waat.