Mol, the 9th day of Sypheros
Oyster Bed of Dreams
The secondary effect of the iocaine powder begins to take hold of me. A haze muddles my thoughts and memories. I vaguely recall being underwater and searching an oyster bed for a black pearl. Unfortunately, lacking my full mental and physical dexterity, it must have taken quite a while for me to accomplish this relatively simple task. In the end however, I am successful, emerging from the surf to a darkened sky.