Well if this aint some Masonic ancient rite conceived with the odd o'light weights and measures... I'd hazard a guess that the mysterious lady of the lake was born of Zoe's past enticement with the pebbles.
Or is that a tautology?
Edited to add:
Lady of the Lake?
Swords and Stones?
Or Spears and Destinies?
Fields of Dreamfall focus...?
...where ship Cairns endure?
"The life of everything" is so not appropriate here... and let that not Be al
Was flattery lost on poet's ear"
"Ours is no sapling, chance sown by the fountain,
Blooming at Beitane in winter to fade"
Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832), Scottish novelist.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805), and
Boat Song from Lady of the Lake (1810).
Has The Secret of the Golden Flower finally been revealed? If I was paranoid, I'd put this down very carefully and run away as fast as I can. By the Balance... What is this place? It's like...like a million voices. Or dreams. Trapped. Stored. What's happening? What did I do?
Hail to the Chief