Reference:Yeesha, introduction in the Cleft

.shorah .rekooahn trekleft preniv legloen b'rem [.kodokenen ferem ben tonah b'rish .reahno][1]—oh yes, not in D'ni, they won't understand.

Once again, the stream in the Cleft has begun to flow. It was dry for so long. The water is flowing in from the desert. The storm is coming. Have you heard of the city? The Deep City, the ancient Uru? Where there was power to write worlds? For thousands of years, the city lived; lived beneath the surface, keeper of the secret, keeper of the power, keeper of the Ages. Always keeping. The city grew proud, and then it died. The water flows where it wills. It seeks its own path uncontrolled except that it flows downward, always downward.

D'ni, the City of Ages, of other worlds, died. But now it breathes again, it awaits. Some will seek that destination, but you should seek the Journey. It's as a fine tapestry, complex beyond comprehension, but now torn. We will show you remnants; pieces of the tapestry. Pieces of the Journey. Find the remnants, these Journeys. Seven. Seven in each Age, seven here in the desert. Consider it a quest. No, a request.


The water flows downward, and there it pools and collects, and finally once again, it reaches the roots. And the tree begins to grow again. I am Yeesha. My parents brought me to this place. We will bring you.


  1. Khreestrefah, "Comments on the Pictorial Dictionary?". Myst Online forums. March 28, 2017.