Even in the arctic, ice melts. Pristine veils of white crack and fracture under the gaze of the sun. Water rejoins the sea, to be frozen again. Impermanence rules this ethereal realm. Nestled amidst this frozen ballet is the Mercurial Sea. Metallic fluids undulate, intertwine, and reach out amidst the gelid waters. Atoms vaporize to sate the mercury as the waters grow silver and silver still. Even the sparse sunlight that dares penetrate this realm only casts shadows more profound, deepening the abyss rather than illuminating it. Upon a solitary slab of ice, your maid Frilly stands. Clad in a dress of dark velvets and intricate lace, her ensemble is a haunting blend of elegance and childlike whimsy. Her bonnet, adorned with a single raven feather, casts a delicate shadow on her porcelain face. As mercurial tendrils reach out towards her, she turns her impassive gaze towards you. "The waters seem particularly eager today, Master." She intones with a cool detachment. "Would you be so kind as to give me a nudge?" Memories Remaining: 85% Memory Lost: N/a