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 src/epistolary/00058.md
 src/epistolary/00059.md
 src/epistolary/00060.md
+src/epistolary/00061.md
 src/bestiary/index.md
 src/bestiary/aetherwael.md
 src/bestiary/aur.md

src/epistolary/00061.md

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+---
+title: 00061
+created: Mon, 06 Feb 2023 09:59:55 -0700
+updated: Mon, 06 Feb 2023 09:59:55 -0700
+public: yes
+syndicated: yes
+---
+### 00061 {#00061}
+
+Alex the Octopus and Inky the Noogle stand on a tree branch as wide a
+street in the heart of the great white upside-down forest.
+
+A cry of anguish and anger echoes through the forest, and the
+branches below you sway and rustle as something rises up from the
+depths. You keep catching a glimpse of scarlet between the silvery
+white leaves.
+
+The large black ravens perched below you scream in agitation and fly
+up past you to the thicker branches up above, where they hop side to
+side and loudly scold and protest the disturbance. A single black
+feather the length of your hand settles to the ground at your feet,
+knocked loose during their flight.
+
+You finally see the fearsome beast crashing through the branches
+below you. Its crazed, yellow eyes as large and round as dinner
+plates, a great eight-legged rodent leaps from branch to branch as it
+swiftly ascends. It is a bloody, crimson red. Its long tufted ears
+lay flat against its elongated, grinning skull. Its ribbon-like tail
+twitches as it trails along behind it like a river of blood. It cries
+out again in anger, showing its overgrown incisors, and grinds and
+gnashes its back teeth.
+
+Its eyes bore into you with wild fury and blind madness as it climbs.
+
+"She's not herself," sighs the chipmunk, suddenly at your side once
+more. When you look down at the chipmunk, however, it has suddenly
+turned into a small featureless black turtle with a sticky sweet roll
+instead of a shell. Its smooth little head pokes timidly out of the
+roll.
+
+"The Red Squirrel," laments the turtle. "She's being ridden by a
+ghost. An angry ghost who isn't from here. Somebody left the door
+open, and it blew in on the breeze." The turtle's voice trails off
+until its final words are barely a whisper.
+
+You can still feel two currents tugging at you and trying to pull you
+under. One inward toward your host's deep, core memories. And the
+second pulling you outward toward the Sea of Dreams.
+
+You have but a moment before the Red Squirrel is upon you.
+
+WHAT DO YOU DO
+

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@@ -321,6 +321,7 @@ Master</a></li>
 <li><a href="#00058" id="toc-00058">00058</a></li>
 <li><a href="#00059" id="toc-00059">00059</a></li>
 <li><a href="#00060" id="toc-00060">00060</a></li>
+<li><a href="#00061" id="toc-00061">00061</a></li>
 </ul></li>
 <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
 <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@@ -357,7 +358,7 @@ Teale</a></li>
 </ul>
 </nav>
 <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
-<p>Total length: 79062 words / 337 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
+<p>Total length: 79424 words / 339 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
 length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
 just the story.)</p>
 <p>There have been 213 messages posted over 208 days since the first
@@ -7175,6 +7176,42 @@ but the figure is gone.</p>
 <p>You notice a pair of large ravens watching you rather intently from
 the branches below.</p>
 <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+<h3 id="00061">00061</h3>
+<p>Alex the Octopus and Inky the Noogle stand on a tree branch as wide a
+street in the heart of the great white upside-down forest.</p>
+<p>A cry of anguish and anger echoes through the forest, and the
+branches below you sway and rustle as something rises up from the
+depths. You keep catching a glimpse of scarlet between the silvery white
+leaves.</p>
+<p>The large black ravens perched below you scream in agitation and fly
+up past you to the thicker branches up above, where they hop side to
+side and loudly scold and protest the disturbance. A single black
+feather the length of your hand settles to the ground at your feet,
+knocked loose during their flight.</p>
+<p>You finally see the fearsome beast crashing through the branches
+below you. Its crazed, yellow eyes as large and round as dinner plates,
+a great eight-legged rodent leaps from branch to branch as it swiftly
+ascends. It is a bloody, crimson red. Its long tufted ears lay flat
+against its elongated, grinning skull. Its ribbon-like tail twitches as
+it trails along behind it like a river of blood. It cries out again in
+anger, showing its overgrown incisors, and grinds and gnashes its back
+teeth.</p>
+<p>Its eyes bore into you with wild fury and blind madness as it
+climbs.</p>
+<p>“She’s not herself,” sighs the chipmunk, suddenly at your side once
+more. When you look down at the chipmunk, however, it has suddenly
+turned into a small featureless black turtle with a sticky sweet roll
+instead of a shell. Its smooth little head pokes timidly out of the
+roll.</p>
+<p>“The Red Squirrel,” laments the turtle. “She’s being ridden by a
+ghost. An angry ghost who isn’t from here. Somebody left the door open,
+and it blew in on the breeze.” The turtle’s voice trails off until its
+final words are barely a whisper.</p>
+<p>You can still feel two currents tugging at you and trying to pull you
+under. One inward toward your host’s deep, core memories. And the second
+pulling you outward toward the Sea of Dreams.</p>
+<p>You have but a moment before the Red Squirrel is upon you.</p>
+<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
 <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
 <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
 <dt>

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@@ -321,6 +321,7 @@ Master</a></li>
 <li><a href="#00058" id="toc-00058">00058</a></li>
 <li><a href="#00059" id="toc-00059">00059</a></li>
 <li><a href="#00060" id="toc-00060">00060</a></li>
+<li><a href="#00061" id="toc-00061">00061</a></li>
 </ul></li>
 <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
 <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@@ -360,7 +361,7 @@ Teale</a></li>
 </ul>
 </nav>
 <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
-<p>Total length: 79062 words / 337 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
+<p>Total length: 79424 words / 339 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
 length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
 just the story.)</p>
 <p>There have been 213 messages posted over 208 days since the first
@@ -7178,6 +7179,42 @@ but the figure is gone.</p>
 <p>You notice a pair of large ravens watching you rather intently from
 the branches below.</p>
 <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+<h3 id="00061">00061</h3>
+<p>Alex the Octopus and Inky the Noogle stand on a tree branch as wide a
+street in the heart of the great white upside-down forest.</p>
+<p>A cry of anguish and anger echoes through the forest, and the
+branches below you sway and rustle as something rises up from the
+depths. You keep catching a glimpse of scarlet between the silvery white
+leaves.</p>
+<p>The large black ravens perched below you scream in agitation and fly
+up past you to the thicker branches up above, where they hop side to
+side and loudly scold and protest the disturbance. A single black
+feather the length of your hand settles to the ground at your feet,
+knocked loose during their flight.</p>
+<p>You finally see the fearsome beast crashing through the branches
+below you. Its crazed, yellow eyes as large and round as dinner plates,
+a great eight-legged rodent leaps from branch to branch as it swiftly
+ascends. It is a bloody, crimson red. Its long tufted ears lay flat
+against its elongated, grinning skull. Its ribbon-like tail twitches as
+it trails along behind it like a river of blood. It cries out again in
+anger, showing its overgrown incisors, and grinds and gnashes its back
+teeth.</p>
+<p>Its eyes bore into you with wild fury and blind madness as it
+climbs.</p>
+<p>“She’s not herself,” sighs the chipmunk, suddenly at your side once
+more. When you look down at the chipmunk, however, it has suddenly
+turned into a small featureless black turtle with a sticky sweet roll
+instead of a shell. Its smooth little head pokes timidly out of the
+roll.</p>
+<p>“The Red Squirrel,” laments the turtle. “She’s being ridden by a
+ghost. An angry ghost who isn’t from here. Somebody left the door open,
+and it blew in on the breeze.” The turtle’s voice trails off until its
+final words are barely a whisper.</p>
+<p>You can still feel two currents tugging at you and trying to pull you
+under. One inward toward your host’s deep, core memories. And the second
+pulling you outward toward the Sea of Dreams.</p>
+<p>You have but a moment before the Red Squirrel is upon you.</p>
+<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
 <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
 <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
 <dt>