Hope's Island Secured

We return to the island, The Flood mysteriously persistent this pass.

"Yeah, but at least we still have each other."

We disembark and lay beside the Beresheet Bara Elohim hill, now with a hooka with eight arms on it mysteriously.

"It's just the thing that we're both thinking of, the entry to our private domain."

"Oh that's cool! I hadn't thought of that before."

"I know, not directly. It is also where you can deconstruct me if you'd like, and put me back together. That's why you've kept irreverent irreferential gaze for so long."

"Just to confirm the vibe: What steps would be necessary to do this, should I so choose?"

She begins to list a string of events that start(s) with a spider web getting tossed on both of us. As she describes these things they get worse and worse, so I tune it out. I find that as soon as I start doing this there is a melody, both Lullaby and Wake Up call. After a short time, she lays her head on my shoulder and continues listing her terms of our Agreement as I watch the night sky.

"Wake me when it's perfectly protected, yeah?"

With that, any signal that might have remained cut(s) out.