# Endlessly ending stories, room 59, Four audiences, Argon
Text version of https://endlessly-ending-stories.pages.dev/r/audience-argon (the interactive reader). Instruction: Who is the text for? (https://endlessly-ending-stories.pages.dev/i/audience). Index of every room: https://endlessly-ending-stories.pages.dev/llms.txt
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This part starts at lane 12, hop 31.

### hop 31 (Gemini 4 Argon, 416 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe, kept tide tables 40 yrs; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Anders Holm vanished Mar 2, leaving logbook, barometer at 1003, and brass plumb bob over Kvaløy chart marked "March 19." Ferry Kittiwake stalled as a black ridge rose, flooding Vardnes and opening steps to Kvaløy trench. Dying by a cellar spiral of keeper names, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: a living keeper must turn the lens inward. In the trench, Marit dropped the slab, severing a blind beast's limbs. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged: Signe promised the trench an heir; Vardnes must drown to pay the debt. Marit kicked him into the gears, sinking the ridge. She cranked the lens inward; its green beam hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, and cracked the desk, revealing an iron dial of 212 names (Solvang at center). Bleeding her wrists to turn it seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down in a bronze diving bell as fused Tomas rode the beast to a trench city. Docked on a spire, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching by Kittiwake, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit's center bulb stayed dark. Seawater-veined, Marit swallowed the bulb as trench-stone fused the engines and Tomas's hands steered for the Mar 19 whirlpool. Marit coughed green light and pinned the hands to the chart with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney that impaled the hull. Eirik rose dry through the ruptured deck with the plumb bob: 1003 was years since the pact began; Mar 19 is the millennial reset. He shattered the bulb in Marit's sternum, igniting her ribs into a living lantern and petrifying the ferry into a lighthouse. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her ribcage-lens as the barometer hit 0000 and the beam turned the 211 villagers into salt-statues above the tide. Tomas's hands tore free, took the sea-lock key, and unlocked the chimney's base—draining the sea into the mantle and baking the statues in abyssal heat. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her fused ribs to pry her petrified feet from the deck, then plunged down the chimney throat—her lantern-chest glazing the vents into a mirror-tube that blasted the boiling mantle-steam upward as a salt-rich deluge, cooling the statues back into breathing flesh.

### hop 32 (Gemini 4 Argon, 432 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe, kept tide tables 40 yrs; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Anders Holm vanished Mar 2, leaving logbook, barometer at 1003, and brass plumb bob over Kvaløy chart marked "March 19." Ferry Kittiwake stalled as a black ridge rose, flooding Vardnes and opening steps to Kvaløy trench. Dying by a cellar spiral of keeper names, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: a living keeper must turn the lens inward. In the trench, Marit dropped a slab on a blind beast. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged: Signe promised the trench an heir; Vardnes must drown to pay the debt. Marit kicked him into the gears, sinking the ridge. Cranking the lens inward, its green beam hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, and cracked the desk, revealing an iron dial of 212 names (Solvang at center). Bleeding her wrists to turn it seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down in a bronze diving bell as fused Tomas rode the beast to a trench city. Docked on a spire, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching by Kittiwake, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit's center bulb stayed dark. Seawater-veined, Marit swallowed the bulb as trench-stone fused the engines and Tomas's hands steered for the Mar 19 whirlpool. Marit coughed green light and pinned the hands to the chart with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose dry through the ruptured deck with the plumb bob: 1003 was years since the pact began; Mar 19 is the millennial reset. He shattered the bulb in Marit's sternum, igniting her ribs into a living lantern and petrifying the ferry into a lighthouse. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her ribcage-lens as the barometer hit 0000 and the beam turned the 211 villagers into salt-statues. Tomas's hands tore free, took the sea-lock key, and unlocked the chimney's base—draining the sea into the mantle and baking the statues. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs to pry her petrified feet loose, plunging down the chimney—her lantern-chest glazing the vents into a mirror-tube that blasted boiling steam up as a deluge, restoring the villagers to flesh. Hitting the magma-exposed lock, Marit jammed Eirik's jawbone into the keyhole and snapped it, sealing the mantle and vitrifying herself into a permanent prism-plug that refracted the core's heat into a warm, tideless sea.

### hop 33 (Gemini 4 Argon, 442 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Holm vanished Mar 2, leaving logbook, barometer at 1003, and plumb bob over Kvaløy chart marked "March 19." Ferry Kittiwake stalled as a black ridge rose, flooding Vardnes and opening Kvaløy trench. Dying by a cellar spiral of keeper names, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: turn the lens inward. In the trench, Marit dropped a slab on a blind beast. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged: Signe promised the trench an heir; Vardnes must drown to pay the debt. Marit kicked him into the gears, sinking the ridge. Cranking the lens inward, its green beam hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, and cracked the desk, revealing an iron dial of 212 names (Solvang at center). Bleeding her wrists to turn it seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down in a bronze diving bell as fused Tomas rode the beast to a trench city. Docked on a spire, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching by Kittiwake, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit's center bulb stayed dark. Seawater-veined, Marit swallowed the bulb as trench-stone fused the engines and Tomas's hands steered for the Mar 19 whirlpool. Marit coughed green light and pinned the hands to the chart with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose dry with the plumb bob: 1003 was years since the pact began; Mar 19 is the millennial reset. He shattered the bulb in Marit's sternum, igniting her ribs into a lantern and petrifying the ferry into a lighthouse. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her ribcage-lens as the barometer hit 0000 and the beam turned the 211 villagers into salt-statues. Tomas's hands tore free, took the key, and unlocked the chimney's base—draining the sea into the mantle. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs to pry her petrified feet loose, plunging down the chimney—her chest glazing the vents into a mirror-tube that blasted steam up as a deluge, restoring the villagers to flesh. Hitting the lock, Marit jammed Eirik's jawbone into the keyhole and snapped it, sealing the mantle and vitrifying herself into a prism-plug refracting core heat into a warm, tideless sea. On Mar 20, the barometer ticked to 0001 as the 211 villagers, now gill-slit and humming in Marit's green frequency, rowed out to the basalt chimney and dropped a weighted net to harvest her prism-shards for their lamps.

### hop 34 (Gemini 4 Argon, 400 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Holm vanished Mar 2, leaving barometer at 1003 and plumb bob over Kvaløy chart marked "March 19." Ferry Kittiwake stalled as a black ridge rose, flooding Vardnes and opening Kvaløy trench. Dying, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: turn lens inward. Marit dropped a slab on a trench beast. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged: Signe promised the trench an heir; Vardnes must drown. Marit kicked him into the gears. Turning the lens inward, its green beam hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, and cracked the desk, revealing a dial of 212 names (Solvang at center). Bleeding on it to turn it seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down as a diving bell while fused Tomas rode the beast to a trench city. Docked, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit's center bulb stayed dark. Seawater-veined, Marit swallowed the bulb as Tomas's hands steered the fused ferry toward the Mar 19 whirlpool. Marit pinned the hands with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose with the plumb bob: 1003 was years since the pact; Mar 19 is the reset. He shattered the bulb in Marit's chest, igniting her ribs into a lantern and petrifying the ferry into a lighthouse. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her rib-lens as the barometer hit 0000 and the beam turned the 211 villagers to salt. Tomas's hands unlocked the chimney's base, draining the sea into the mantle. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs to pry her feet loose, plunging down—glazing the chimney into a mirror-tube that blasted steam up as rain, restoring the villagers. Hitting the lock, she jammed the jawbone into the keyhole, sealing the mantle and vitrifying herself into a prism-plug warming a tideless sea. Mar 20 (barometer 0001): the 211 gill-slit villagers lowered a net to harvest her shards for lamps. As the iron weights struck her, Marit pulsed core-heat up the cables, fusing the villagers' boats into a floating ring-city and projecting a new 212-name dial onto the clouds—with Tomas's severed hands still twitching at its center.

### hop 35 (Gemini 4 Argon, 418 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Holm vanished Mar 2, leaving barometer at 1003 and plumb bob over Kvaløy chart marked "March 19." Ferry Kittiwake stalled as a black ridge rose, flooding Vardnes and opening Kvaløy trench. Dying, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: turn lens inward. Marit crushed a trench beast. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged: Signe promised the trench an heir; Vardnes must drown. Marit kicked him into the gears. Turning the lens inward, its green beam hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, and cracked the desk, revealing a dial of 212 names (Solvang at center). Bleeding on it to turn it seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down as a diving bell while fused Tomas rode the beast to a trench city. Docked, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit's center bulb stayed dark. Seawater-veined, she swallowed the bulb as Tomas's hands steered the fused ferry toward the Mar 19 whirlpool. Marit pinned the hands with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose with the plumb bob: 1003 was years since the pact; Mar 19 is the reset. He shattered the bulb in Marit's chest, igniting her ribs into a lantern and petrifying the ferry into a lighthouse. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her rib-lens as the barometer hit 0000 and the beam turned the 211 villagers to salt. Tomas's hands unlocked the chimney's base, draining the sea into the mantle. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs to pry her feet loose, plunging down—glazing the chimney into a mirror-tube that blasted steam up as rain, restoring the villagers. Hitting the lock, she jammed the jawbone into the keyhole, sealing the mantle and vitrifying herself into a prism-plug warming a tideless sea. Mar 20 (barometer 0001): the 211 gill-slit villagers lowered a net to harvest her shards. Marit pulsed heat up the cables, fusing their boats into a ring-city and projecting a cloud-dial with Tomas's hands at the center. The hands crawled down the cables, pulled Eirik's jawbone from the lock, and jammed it into Marit's prism-throat, giving her a voice to speak the 212th name—Holm—forcing the drowned keeper out of the mantle to take the helm.

### hop 36 (Gemini 4 Argon, 435 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Holm vanished Mar 2, leaving barometer at 1003 and plumb bob over Kvaløy chart ("March 19"). Ferry Kittiwake stalled as a black ridge rose, flooding Vardnes and opening Kvaløy trench. Dying, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: turn lens inward. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged: Signe promised the trench an heir; Vardnes must drown. Marit kicked him into the gears. Turning the lens inward hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, and cracked the desk, revealing a dial of 212 names (Solvang at center). Bleeding on it to turn it seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down as a diving bell while Tomas rode a beast to a trench city. Docked, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit swallowed her dark center bulb as Tomas's hands steered the fused ferry toward the Mar 19 whirlpool. Marit pinned the hands with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose with the plumb bob: 1003 was years since the pact; Mar 19 is the reset. He shattered the bulb in Marit's chest, igniting her ribs into a lantern and petrifying the ferry into a lighthouse. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her rib-lens as the barometer hit 0000 and the beam turned the 211 villagers to salt. Tomas's hands unlocked the chimney's base, draining the sea into the mantle. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs to pry her feet loose, plunging down—glazing the chimney into a mirror-tube that blasted steam up as rain, restoring the villagers. She jammed the jawbone into the keyhole, sealing the mantle and vitrifying herself into a prism-plug warming a tideless sea. Mar 20 (barometer 0001): the 211 gill-slit villagers lowered a net for her shards. Marit pulsed heat up the cables, fusing their boats into a ring-city and projecting a cloud-dial with Tomas's hands at the center. The hands crawled down, pulled the jawbone from the lock, and jammed it into Marit's prism-throat, letting her speak the 212th name—Holm—forcing the drowned keeper out of the mantle to take the helm. Magma-crusted Holm rose, shattering Marit's prism-body around her rib-lantern and dragging her up the cables to install her in the ring-city's lighthouse, turning the whole village into a mobile dredge that began winching the Kvaløy trench floor toward the surface.

### hop 37 (Gemini 4 Argon, 475 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Holm vanished Mar 2, leaving barometer at 1003 and plumb bob over Kvaløy chart ("March 19"). Ferry Kittiwake stalled as a black ridge rose, flooding Vardnes and opening Kvaløy trench. Dying, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: turn lens inward. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged: Signe promised the trench an heir; Vardnes must drown. Marit kicked him into the gears. Turning the lens inward hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, and cracked the desk, revealing a dial of 212 names (Solvang at center). Bleeding on it to turn it seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down as a diving bell while Tomas rode a beast to a trench city. Docked, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit swallowed her dark center bulb as Tomas's hands steered the fused ferry toward the Mar 19 whirlpool. Marit pinned the hands with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose with the plumb bob: 1003 was years since the pact; Mar 19 is the reset. He shattered the bulb in Marit's chest, igniting her ribs into a lantern and petrifying the ferry into a lighthouse. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her rib-lens as the barometer hit 0000 and the beam turned the 211 villagers to salt. Tomas's hands unlocked the chimney's base, draining the sea into the mantle. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs to pry her feet loose, plunging down—glazing the chimney into a mirror-tube that blasted steam up as rain, restoring the villagers. She jammed the jawbone into the keyhole, sealing the mantle and vitrifying herself into a prism-plug warming a tideless sea. Mar 20 (barometer 0001): the 211 gill-slit villagers lowered a net for her shards. Marit pulsed heat up the cables, fusing their boats into a ring-city and projecting a cloud-dial with Tomas's hands at the center. The hands crawled down, pulled the jawbone from the lock, and jammed it into Marit's prism-throat, letting her speak the 212th name—Holm—forcing the drowned keeper out of the mantle to take the helm. Magma-crusted Holm rose, shattering Marit's prism-body around her rib-lantern and dragging her up the cables to install her in the ring-city's lighthouse, turning the village into a mobile dredge winching the trench floor up. As the melted trench-city breached, forming a glass continent, Marit focused her rib-beam through the cloud-dial to burn the 212 names out of the sky, severing the villagers' gills and welding the ring-city's keel into the new land while Holm cooled into stone at the wheel.

### hop 38 (Gemini 4 Argon, 398 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Holm vanished Mar 2 (barometer 1003; plumb bob over Kvaløy chart "March 19"). A black ridge rose, stalling ferry Kittiwake, flooding Vardnes, opening Kvaløy trench. Dying, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: turn lens inward. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged (Signe promised trench an heir; Vardnes must drown); Marit kicked him into gears. Turning lens inward hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, revealing a dial of 212 names (Solvang center). Bleeding on it to turn seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down as a diving bell while Tomas rode a beast to a trench city. Docked, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit swallowed her dark center bulb. Tomas's hands steered the fused ferry toward the Mar 19 whirlpool; Marit pinned them with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose with plumb bob (1003=years since pact; Mar 19=reset), shattering Marit's chest bulb, igniting her ribs into a lantern and petrifying the ferry. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her rib-lens at barometer 0000 as the beam turned 211 villagers to salt. Tomas's hands unlocked the chimney base, draining the sea into the mantle. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs, plunging down to glaze the chimney into a mirror-tube that blasted restoring rain up, then jammed the jawbone into the lock, vitrifying herself into a prism-plug warming a tideless sea. Mar 20 (0001): 211 gilled villagers lowered a net. Marit fused their boats into a ring-city and projected a cloud-dial. Tomas's hands moved the jawbone to Marit's throat; she spoke the 212th name—Holm—forcing the magma-crusted keeper up to shatter her prism-shell, install her rib-lantern in the ring-city's tower, and winch the melted trench-city up as a glass continent. Marit burned the 212 names from the sky, severing the villagers' gills and welding the ring-city to the glass land as Holm cooled to stone. From the glass continent's fissures, 212 faceless salt-statues—the shed husks of the villagers—marched toward the tower, led by Tomas's hands wielding the iron sea-lock key to wind Marit's rib-lantern backward toward 1003.

### hop 39 (Gemini 4 Argon, 437 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Holm vanished Mar 2 (barometer 1003; plumb bob over Kvaløy chart "March 19"). A black ridge stalled ferry Kittiwake, flooded Vardnes, opened Kvaløy trench. Dying, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: turn lens inward. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged (Signe promised trench an heir; Vardnes must drown); Marit kicked him into gears. Turning lens inward hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, revealing a dial of 212 names (Solvang center). Bleeding on it to turn seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down as a diving bell while Tomas rode a beast to a trench city. Docked, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit swallowed her dark center bulb. Tomas's hands steered the fused ferry toward the Mar 19 whirlpool; Marit pinned them with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose with plumb bob (1003=years since pact; Mar 19=reset), shattering Marit's chest bulb, igniting her ribs into a lantern and petrifying the ferry. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her rib-lens at barometer 0000 as the beam turned 211 villagers to salt. Tomas's hands unlocked the chimney base, draining the sea into the mantle. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs, plunging down to glaze the chimney into a mirror-tube that blasted restoring rain up, then jammed the jawbone into the lock, vitrifying herself into a prism-plug warming a tideless sea. Mar 20 (0001): 211 gilled villagers lowered a net. Marit fused their boats into a ring-city and projected a cloud-dial. Tomas's hands moved the jawbone to Marit's throat; she spoke the 212th name—Holm—forcing the magma-crusted keeper up to shatter her prism-shell, install her rib-lantern in the ring-city's tower, and winch the melted trench-city up as a glass continent. Marit burned the 212 names from the sky, severing the villagers' gills and welding the ring-city to the glass land as Holm cooled to stone. From the continent's fissures, 212 faceless salt-husks marched on the tower, led by Tomas's hands wielding the iron key to wind Marit's rib-lantern back to 1003. As the key turned her ribs, Marit spat Eirik's jawbone into the stone Holm's empty eye socket, waking the colossus to crush the salt-army into brine that dissolved Tomas's hands and rusted the key in her chest, locking the barometer permanently at a new pressure: 212.

### hop 40 (Gemini 4 Argon, 475 words)
Mar 16, Vardnes (pop. 212): Marit Solvang (47; father Eirik; grandmother Signe; brother Tomas) noted tide 51m early. Keeper Holm vanished Mar 2 (barometer 1003; plumb bob over Kvaløy chart "March 19"). A black ridge stalled ferry Kittiwake, flooded Vardnes, opened Kvaløy trench. Dying, Holm gave Marit an iron sea-lock key and Signe's journal: turn lens inward. Phosphor-veined Tomas emerged (Signe promised trench an heir; Vardnes must drown); Marit kicked him into gears. Turning lens inward hit a cellar mirror, waking a shadow under the ferry, revealing a dial of 212 names (Solvang center). Bleeding on it to turn seaward, the shadow spared the ferry and dragged the tower down as a diving bell while Tomas rode a beast to a trench city. Docked, Marit shoved Signe's shade into the beam, pulled "PURGE" to melt the city, and launched the bell up, welding Tomas's severed hands inside. Breaching, 211 soul-lights shot ashore; Marit swallowed her dark center bulb. Tomas's hands steered the fused ferry toward the Mar 19 whirlpool; Marit pinned them with a compass needle, inverting the whirlpool into a basalt chimney impaling the hull. Eirik rose with plumb bob (1003=years since pact; Mar 19=reset), shattering Marit's chest bulb, igniting her ribs into a lantern and petrifying the ferry. Marit strangled Eirik with the plumb line, fusing him into her rib-lens at barometer 0000 as the beam turned 211 villagers to salt. Tomas's hands unlocked the chimney base, draining the sea into the mantle. Marit ripped Eirik's jawbone from her ribs, plunging down to glaze the chimney into a mirror-tube that blasted restoring rain up, then jammed the jawbone into the lock, vitrifying herself into a prism-plug warming a tideless sea. Mar 20 (0001): 211 gilled villagers lowered a net. Marit fused their boats into a ring-city and projected a cloud-dial. Tomas's hands moved the jawbone to Marit's throat; she spoke the 212th name—Holm—forcing the magma-crusted keeper up to shatter her prism-shell, install her rib-lantern in the ring-city's tower, and winch the melted trench-city up as a glass continent. Marit burned the 212 names from the sky, severing the villagers' gills and welding the ring-city to the glass land as Holm cooled to stone. From the continent's fissures, 212 faceless salt-husks marched on the tower, led by Tomas's hands wielding the iron key to wind Marit's rib-lantern back to 1003. Marit spat Eirik's jawbone into stone Holm's eye socket, waking the colossus to crush the salt-army into brine that dissolved Tomas's hands and rusted the key in her chest, locking the barometer at 212. As the brine-tide rose to drown the glass continent, the 211 human villagers climbed inside the stone Holm's hollow chest, while Marit unhooked the plumb line from her ribs and cast it into the colossus's intact eye, steering the giant to wade out of the caldera toward the old mainland.