The world is silent, and the dream-night is absolute. The Storyteller has no commentary to offer you, or warnings to venture, or anything else. There is only the drape of Mu's night and the vision of a campfire, and the means with which you might tell your stories.

Io still awaits, in your waking days. After tonight, Cahypdo will vanish. What happens until then is all routine - and no one has any idea what might be coming.

( You know what comes next, adventurers. )