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[[We see an overhead view of "pool" of Physarics, much like the Syncytium Fred and Socrates saw earlier, only much smaller. A few rocks are visible in the background. The pool offers a faint glow; otherwise the "cavern" is dark and indistinct.]]

[[We draw closer to the pool. A few Physaric pseudopods extend outward here and there before returning. An unknown "voice", more felt than heard, speaks softly...]]
Voice: Master...

[[We approach the pool at ground level. The voice "speaks" again...]]
Voice: Master...
Voice: It is time to awaken...

[[An open hand with three fingers and a thumb rises from the pool. It is dripping slime. The arm is submerged.]]