XLVI. Desert Storm reads, Ariadne digs, archives and dreams; John C explores, Fortune Lobo ponders, Cicciotta Copies. Monkey makes busybees-ness. Tierra Madre Wants to enjoy herself, but ends up doing nothing. The Spartan wants to beat someone up, and jerks Off in the meantime. So much steam. The black Hole lulls them into a gentle sleep, gently rocking Away, unaware of time futurepastpresent. Rari XLVII Nantes in gurgite vasto. In the black hole, everything Is simultaneously true, and they get to face their Fears, dark thoughts and dead ends. Hell is one's Everyday. Samsara on the toilet, on the way to work. An illusion like any other, the black hole spins them Into consciousness-motion, where reality is one Day on the planet Solaris. Tierra madre, ship-wrecked On the shores of Lybia, faces the issue of abandonment. XLVIII Can that truly be separared from betrayal? Desert Storm Wants to be loved, retraces her childhood on a board Of chess. "If I castle, I might build a fence against the Mighty multiverse." They witness a play, spouted by the Black hole, trickster that he is. Look: a mischievious spell. G "It was not meant that we should voyage this far, Perseus." P "The lies of history have not captured us, my love. In the Underworld we have met and we have fallen for each other." XLIX. G "Instead of turning you to stone, I have spared you my wrath, You are not like the other men." P "Gorgon, you have conquered My heart, I surrendered to your wisdom. It is true that your Appearance wants in perfection, so to speak. Yet as we age The serpent skin moults, and my hero's grin falters. I want To devote myself to you, and yet we are unhappy in this Underworld." G "As you well know, Perseus, you are no hero. Killing people, lying and receiving undeserved gifts from L. The Gods is not a hero's feat. And the question of your Birth is still up for debate. I do not love you for what you are. I love you for what you could be. The better part of you Has spared me, even if you had come to my home to Slay me. You have loved and betrayed a thousand maids. Athena is my witness. Today, 'tis true, you want my heart, Tomorrow you might want my head. Now until the light Comes back to this underworld, I shall not trust you."