Fauna lore r6 sweep: rulings after r6 (no flatspace pillars, rare pairs, ships feel the swell, Ink stays a theory); pillar as a Bundt-tin bowl

Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5.5 <noreply@anthropic.com>

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 **"You can know you've been to the Ink. You can't know where you were."**
 
-> Draft lore pass r3, 2026-10-14, revised r4, r5 and r6, for the operator's review. A layer of [[Wonderland]], with its own map, reached by links; Adrasteia's foothold. Developed from the operator's sketch: "a liquid grid, with light eating fog overhead and all around and stars that connect to a pillar of glowing nebula, expelling waves of stardust and creating empty pockets with their pressure. The things that live in those inky clouds accumulate that negent dust, very dangerous beasties." Spacers call it **the Ink**. `[new]` marks invention that touches existing canon. Canon this note keeps: negent needs a configuration of strange matter encountered only in Adrasteia-controlled pseudospace; only Adrasteia makes the charged form; its supplier's location is unknown. Ruled: strange matter is not made by life (`strange-matter-not-biogenic`); the pillars are what the Ink has instead of suns, shaping each zone and cradling life around them (`ink-pillars-are-suns`). Reasoning in [[Fauna Lore Review r6]].
+> Draft lore pass r3, 2026-10-14, revised r4, r5 and r6, for the operator's review. A layer of [[Wonderland]], with its own map, reached by links; Adrasteia's foothold. Developed from the operator's sketch: "a liquid grid, with light eating fog overhead and all around and stars that connect to a pillar of glowing nebula, expelling waves of stardust and creating empty pockets with their pressure. The things that live in those inky clouds accumulate that negent dust, very dangerous beasties." Spacers call it **the Ink**. `[new]` marks invention that touches existing canon. Canon this note keeps: negent needs a configuration of strange matter encountered only in Adrasteia-controlled pseudospace; only Adrasteia makes the charged form; its supplier's location is unknown. Ruled: strange matter is not made by life (`strange-matter-not-biogenic`); the pillars are what the Ink has instead of suns, shaping each zone and cradling life around them (`ink-pillars-are-suns`); ships feel each beat's swell, and the Ink need not keep flatspace's gravity (`ships-feel-swell`; the ring-tin shape below develops the operator's sketch and is not decided); no natural pillar stands in flatspace (`pillars-not-in-flatspace`); pairs are rare (`pillar-pairs-rare`); the Ink as someone's held reality stays a spacer theory (`ink-held-reality-theory`). Reasoning in [[Fauna Lore Review r6]].
 
 #### What It Looks Like
 
-Come through an Adrasteian gate and for a moment you are inside a lamp. The gate opens in the **eye** of a pillar of glowing nebula: the clear, still heart of its column, at the bottom of its well, with its stars strung up the column above you like beads until the top is lost. All around the eye, a short way off, the surface of a moving sea climbs away on every side, up the slope of the well. Your Adrasteian pilot waits. The pillar brightens; a ring of churning dust comes up out of the water at the rim of the eye and runs outward and uphill, away from you. Then, between one beat and the next, the pilot crosses the rim behind it, climbs out after the wave, and the stars go out. A fog closes overhead, then on every side, black and faintly oily, and the light of your own running lamps dies a few hull-lengths out. Below you the grid of the slope is no longer fixed: it moves like the surface of a shallow sea, lifting and settling. Behind you, through the fog, the pillar is the only thing you can see.
+Come through an Adrasteian gate and for a moment you are inside a lamp. The gate opens in the **eye** of a pillar of glowing nebula: the clear, still summit at the heart of its column, with its stars strung up the column above you like beads until the top is lost. The eye is a balance point. On every side the ground falls away from it, steeply, down a cone of moving water into a great ring-shaped bowl, and far out the bowl climbs again toward a rim you cannot see. Your Adrasteian pilot waits. The pillar brightens; a ring of churning dust comes up out of the water around the summit and goes racing down the cone, away from you. Then, between one beat and the next, the pilot lets go of the anchor, the pillar's push takes the ship, and you slide down the fall after the wave. The stars go out. A fog closes overhead, then on every side, black and faintly oily, and the light of your own running lamps dies a few hull-lengths out. Below you the grid of the slope is no longer fixed: it moves like the surface of a shallow sea, lifting and settling. Behind you, up the slope, through the fog, the pillar is the only thing you can see.
 
-Every so often it brightens. A while later a swell reaches you, running uphill, a ring of stardust riding on it, and ahead of the ring the fog parts. For a minute or two you are in clear water: lamps reach, sensors reach, the surface glitters with dust. Then the pocket moves on outward with the wave and the fog closes behind it.
+Every so often it brightens. A while later a swell reaches you, running outward, a ring of stardust riding on it, and ahead of the ring the fog parts. For a minute or two you are in clear water: lamps reach, sensors reach, the surface glitters with dust. Then the pocket moves on outward with the wave and the fog closes behind it.
 
-**The map.** The Ink's galaxy map is black. Each zone is a pillar's **reach**: the pillar stands at its centre where a sun would stand, drawn as a column of light with its pulse spreading from its foot as rings, and the zone's bands drawn around it. Zones are named by pillar and beat, never by position, and the fog of the map never clears. You always know which pillar you are near and never where the Ink is [new].
+**The map.** The Ink's galaxy map is black. Each zone is a pillar's **reach**: the pillar stands at its centre where a sun would stand, drawn as a column of light on the peak of its cone, with its bowl drawn as a ring around it and its pulse spreading as rings. Zones are named by pillar and beat, never by position, and the fog of the map never clears. You always know which pillar you are near and never where the Ink is [new].
 
 #### The Pillar Is the Sun
 
-Every zone of the Ink is built around a pillar the way every zone of flatspace is built around a star. The pillar is the heaviest thing in it and the centre of its well; everything in the reach orbits it or falls toward it; it is the only source of warmth for a long way in any direction; and life gathers around it at the distance that suits it, as it gathers around a star. In everything but daylight, the pillar is the reach's sun [new].
+Every zone of the Ink is built around a pillar the way every zone of flatspace is built around a star. It stands at the centre; it shapes everything around it; it is the only source of warmth for a long way in any direction; and life gathers around it at the distance that suits it, as it gathers around a star. In everything but daylight and pull, the pillar is the reach's sun [new].
 
-It is a sun turned inside out. A star in flatspace pours light and warmth outward all the time, and its zone lives in the glow. The stars of the Ink cannot: the fog takes light within a short distance. What they give goes two ways instead. Their **light** goes up the column, where their own pressure keeps the fog back, and leaves the reach entirely; it is the pillar you see, and it feeds nothing. Their **warmth** goes out across the surface as dust, a beat at a time. The stars strung up the column are not suns, any of them. The pillar they make together is. Nothing in the Ink lives by a pillar's light. Everything in the Ink lives by its beat [new].
+It is a sun turned inside out, twice.
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+- **It gives no daylight.** A star in flatspace pours light and warmth outward all the time, and its zone lives in the glow. The stars of the Ink cannot: the fog takes light within a short distance. What they give goes two ways instead. Their **light** goes up the column, where their own pressure keeps the fog back, and leaves the reach entirely; it is the pillar you see, and it feeds nothing. Their **warmth** goes out across the surface as dust, a beat at a time. Nothing in the Ink lives by a pillar's light. Everything in the Ink lives by its beat.
+- **It pushes.** The Ink does not keep flatspace's gravity. A star pulls, and its zone falls toward it and orbits it. A pillar pushes everything away, hardest close in, and the push gives out a long way off, where the Ink's ground settles back to level. Between the two, all around the pillar, the ground sinks into a ring-shaped **bowl**, the way batter sits in a ring tin around the tube in its middle. A star holds its life by pulling it close. A pillar holds its life at arm's length, in the bowl its own push makes. That is the cradle, and it is not a figure of speech [new].
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+The stars strung up the column are not suns, any of them. The pillar they make together is.
 
 #### How It Works
 
 - **The fog eats light, so it drinks heat.** Everywhere in flatspace the Aether turns a little heat into light (wild [[Negative Entropy]]). In Open Water that light escapes and anything warm can be seen by it. In the Ink the fog eats it. Heat that becomes light becomes nothing. The whole flavour is a cold sink: a hull loses heat faster here than anywhere else, and radiators work too well. That is the first tell, before the stars go [new].
-- **The eye is the only still water.** At the bottom of a pillar's well, inside the column, the pull falls away to nothing and the stars' pressure holds the fog back. Everywhere else the surface heaves and the fog moves, and an anchor set there drifts off and goes quiet. In the eye an anchor holds. Every gate into the Ink opens on an anchor in an eye, and opens between pulses: the anchor shakes on each beat, so the gate breathes with its pillar [new].
-- **The foot is under the water.** A pillar does not stand on the surface; it goes down through it, and what is below is its foot. The stars pulse, slowly, and each pulse comes up out of the foot as a wave that breaks at the rim of the eye, the **break**, and runs outward across the surface. Each wave carries stardust, and the dust carries strange matter: rare grains in a sea of ordinary dust, made by the stars, not by anything alive. Nobody outside Adrasteia has been down to a foot and come back to describe it [new].
+- **The eye is the only still water.** At the very centre of the column, on the summit, the pillar's push cancels itself and falls away to nothing, and the stars' pressure holds the fog back. It is a balance point, like a ball on a hilltop: anything set down there stays, and anything nudged off it is thrown down the fall. Everywhere else the surface heaves and the fog moves, and an anchor set there drifts off and goes quiet. In the eye an anchor holds. Every gate into the Ink opens on an anchor in an eye, and opens between pulses: the anchor shakes on each beat, so the gate breathes with its pillar [new].
+- **The foot is under the water.** A pillar does not stand on the surface; it goes down through it, and what is below is its foot. The stars pulse, slowly, and each pulse comes up out of the foot around the summit as a wave that breaks down the cone, the **fall**, and runs outward across the bowl. Each wave carries stardust, and the dust carries strange matter: rare grains in a sea of ordinary dust, made by the stars, not by anything alive. Nobody outside Adrasteia has been down to a foot and come back to describe it [new].
 - **The waves open pockets.** A dust wave's pressure pushes the fog back ahead of it, opening a pocket of clear water that travels with the wave. Inside a pocket light carries and heat stays. Pockets are the only clear water in the Ink and the only warm water, so everything alive rides them or hunts them. Behind each pocket the fog closes again [new].
-- **The surface is a sea on a slope.** The slope of the Ink moves like water, and every pulse is a swell running outward and up the side of the well. Between swells everything loose slides back down. Riding a wave outward is easy. Going inward to a pillar is downhill, and against every wave, in the fog between them [new].
-- **The dust comes to rest in a bank.** Each wave lifts its dust outward and uphill; between waves the dust slides back. Far enough out, the waves are too weak to part the fog or lift the dust any further, and what they carried settles there for good: a ring of thick, dark cloud around every pillar, the **bank**. The banks are the inky clouds of the operator's sketch. A bank is to a pillar what a frost line and its belt of ice are to a star: the place where what the centre throws out finally stops [new].
+- **The swell rides the tin.** Every pulse is a swell, and ships feel it as dust and animals do: a short, hard shove outward on each beat. A swell is born at the summit, races down the fall gathering speed, crosses the bowl, and slows as it climbs the outer wall, until it spends itself near the top and dies. So a pocket is fastest and shortest on the fall and lingers longest on the outer wall, where the warm water stays longest; that is where life is thickest. Going outward is easy. Going inward to a pillar means crossing the bowl and then climbing the fall, against the push and against every wave. In the Ink, home is uphill and into the surf [new].
+- **The dust comes to rest in the floor of the bowl.** Each wave carries its dust outward and up the outer wall; between waves the dust slides back down. It settles where everything settles, along the lowest line of the bowl: a ring of thick, dark cloud around every pillar, the **bank**. The banks are the inky clouds of the operator's sketch. The little dust a strong wave throws over the top of the outer wall is lost to the dark [new].
 
-The Ink runs on a beat. A pillar's rhythm is its signature, and spacers who have been in tell pillars apart by their pulse the way sailors told lighthouses apart by their flash. Under the beat runs a slower **breath**: long stretches of strong pulses, then long stretches of weak ones, the nearest thing the Ink has to seasons. Pillars also age. A young pillar beats fast and hard, its pockets reach far and its cradle is wide; an old one beats slow, its cradle draws in, and its bank creeps toward the eye. A pillar that stops beating takes its reach with it [new].
+The Ink runs on a beat. A pillar's rhythm is its signature, and spacers who have been in tell pillars apart by their pulse the way sailors told lighthouses apart by their flash. Under the beat runs a slower **breath**: long stretches of strong pulses, then long stretches of weak ones, the nearest thing the Ink has to seasons. Pillars also age. A young pillar beats fast and pushes hard, and its bowl is wide and deep; an old one beats slow, its push weakens, and its bowl draws in toward the column and goes shallow. A pillar that stops beating takes its reach with it [new].
 
 #### The Reach
 
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 | Band | What it is | What lives there |
 |---|---|---|
-| **The eye** | Still, clear water at the bottom of the well, lit straight up by the column | Nothing. Light is no food here, and every beat scours it. Adrasteian anchors and their keepers |
-| **The break** | The rim of the eye, where each wave comes up out of the foot and breaks outward. Thickest, hottest dust, steepest swell | [[Cachalots]], rising from below. Nobody else stays |
-| **The cradle** | Where pockets open and travel. The warm water comes and goes with the beat | [[Soot]] on the swell, [[Rays]] riding it, [[Squid]] in the pocket walls |
-| **The bank** | Where the waves give out and the dust settles: a ring of inky cloud | [[Squid]] between hunts, [[Cachalots]] diving after them; the grey drifts out of it |
-| **The dark** | Past the bank: fog that never parts, cold, no beat worth the name | Nothing that lives. What dies in the cradle and is not eaten goes here |
+| **The eye** | The still summit at the centre of the column, lit straight up, where the push cancels | Nothing. Light is no food here, and every beat scours it. Adrasteian anchors and their keepers |
+| **The fall** | The steep cone down from the eye, where each wave comes up out of the foot and breaks downhill. Thickest, hottest dust, fastest swell | [[Cachalots]], rising from below. Nobody else stays |
+| **The bank** | The floor of the bowl, where the dust settles: a ring of inky cloud | [[Squid]] between hunts, [[Cachalots]] diving after them; the grey drifts out of it |
+| **The cradle** | The outer wall of the bowl, where pockets slow and linger. The warm water comes and goes with the beat | [[Soot]] on the swell, [[Rays]] riding it up the wall, [[Squid]] in the pocket walls |
+| **The dark** | Past the top of the outer wall: level ground, fog that never parts, cold, no beat worth the name | Nothing that lives. What a wave throws over the top goes here |
 
-Where two pillars stand near each other, as they rarely do, their wells run together, their waves cross in a chop of standing swells between the two eyes, and the dust of both reaches piles up along the seam. Spacers call such a zone a **pair**. Pairs are the richest water in the Ink and the hardest to fly [new].
+Where two pillars stand near each other, as they rarely do, their bowls run together into one long trough around both columns, their waves cross in a chop of standing swells in the trough between the two falls, and the dust of both reaches piles up along the seam. Spacers call such a zone a **pair**. Pairs are the richest water in the Ink and the hardest to fly [new].
 
 #### Finding Your Way
 
-In the fog, the beat is the only instrument that never lies [new].
+In the fog, the beat and the slope are the only instruments that never lie [new].
 
-- **Range is a count.** The pillar brightens, and the swell arrives a while later; the swell travels at a steady pace, so the gap between flash and swell is your distance from the eye. Crews count it aloud, the way children on Earth counted between lightning and thunder. A short count is the break. A long count is the bank. No count, because you have lost the flash, is the dark.
+- **Range is a count.** The pillar brightens, and the swell arrives a while later, so the gap between flash and swell says how far you are from the eye. The swell is fast on the fall and slow on the outer wall, so the count stretches as you go out; crews learn each pillar's count the way pilots learn a harbour. They count it aloud, the way children on Earth counted between lightning and thunder. A short count is the fall. A long count is the cradle. No count, because you have lost the flash, is the dark.
 - **Bearing is the swell.** Every wave runs straight out from its pillar. Face into the swell and you face home.
-- **The bank is a wall.** You feel it before you see it: the swell slackens, the soot thins, and the water goes thick and cold. Inside it is the cradle. Outside it there is no beat to count.
+- **The slope tells the band.** Ground rising ahead toward the pillar is the fall; ground rising ahead away from it is the outer wall; level ground with no beat is the dark. A ship that crosses the top of the outer wall from the dark drops into the bowl easily. Getting out again, either way, is a climb.
 - **There is no fix between pillars.** A count tells you how far you are from your pillar, never where your pillar is. Between reaches lies the dark, which nobody crosses except the founders of the [[Anchors and Gates#The Slow Way|slow way]], and Adrasteia's gates join eye to eye across it. That is why the Ink's map is a black field of named lights with nothing drawn between them.
 
 #### What Lives There, on What
 
 Open Water lives on starlight and on heat leaking out as light, all day long. The Ink has neither: light dies in the fog and heat drains away. Its only income is the beat: warm dust, delivered in pulses, the way a tide or an upwelling feeds a sea in surges rather than all day. **In the Ink a day is a wave.** Open Water life faces its star. Ink life keeps time with its pillar [new].
 
-So everything in the Ink keeps the beat, and that is the tell of a cradle. Earth's shore animals do the same: crabs and worms that keep a tidal clock in the dark, grunion that spawn on the highest tides, corals that spawn together on one night of the year. Soot blooms behind each pocket and is gone before the next; rays surf out and slide back on the pulse; squid strike when the pocket wall passes; cachalots rise on the long breath of the pillar, not the short one. A cradle seen from above is rings within rings, all moving at the speed of the swell [new].
+So everything in the Ink keeps the beat, and that is the tell of a cradle. Earth's shore animals do the same: crabs and worms that keep a tidal clock in the dark, grunion that spawn on the highest tides, corals that spawn together on one night of the year. Soot blooms behind each pocket and is gone before the next; rays surf up the outer wall and slide back on the pulse; squid strike when the pocket wall passes; cachalots rise on the long breath of the pillar, not the short one. A cradle seen from above is rings within rings, all moving at the speed of the swell [new].
 
 The strange matter in the dust is the key. A grain of it does negent strongly: it turns heat into hard light. Inside a body, out of reach of the fog, that light can be caught and used. An animal that carries dust in its tissues can eat heat: its prey's, the fog's last scraps, a ship's. So the animals of the Ink keep the dust they swallow and take more from what they eat, and the more dust an animal holds, the more heat it can eat and the further away it can eat it from [new]. Earth has animals that keep what their food made for its own use: sea slugs that store the stinging cells of the hydroids they eat and fire them in their own defence, and others that keep the chloroplasts of the algae they eat and photosynthesize with them. The Ink's animals do that with dust. They concentrate it; they make none.
 
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 | Producer | [[Soot]] | Cradle | Black lace that blooms on the swell behind each pocket, drinking the heat of passing dust. |
 | Bulk grazer, surfer | [[Rays]] | Cradle | Wide, flat, cold gliders that surf each wave outward and slide back between, skimming soot and dust. |
 | Pack predator | [[Squid]] | Cradle, bank | Hunters of the pocket walls who lair in the bank; they eat heat at range and ink their escape. |
-| Apex | [[Cachalots]] | Break, bank | Giants that rise at the break and dive into the bank after squid, holding more dust than anything alive. |
+| Apex | [[Cachalots]] | Fall, bank | Giants that rise on the fall and dive into the bank after squid, holding more dust than anything alive. |
 
 Almost nothing from Open Water survives the Ink: no light for [[Glim]], so nothing that eats glim. [[Gleaners]] come through the links after wrecks. Nothing else crosses.
 
@@ -90,9 +95,9 @@ The Ink keeps Adrasteia's monopoly three ways at once, and explains none of what
 
 1. **It cannot be reached except on their anchors.** A gate into the Ink needs an anchor at the far end ([[Anchors and Gates]]), an anchor holds only in a pillar's eye, and every anchor in every known eye is Adrasteia's. Their founders did the slow way: they got in somewhere nobody else has found, crossed the dark from reach to reach, and planted anchors, and most of the ones who did it did not come home. The monopoly is property, won by that walk, and it shows on the field: the anchor-lights in the eye of every pillar a ship arrives in are Adrasteian, and nobody else's. A blind gate into the Ink would open in the fog, where no anchor holds, and none is known to have; no light leaves the Ink, so no telescope sees it and no chart shows it. A crew that enters on someone's vouch (as the Adrasteia brainstorm proposes) is brought through Adrasteia's ring into Adrasteia's eye, and knows it has been, not where [new]. Every *known* link is theirs. A rumoured tear into the Ink is the most dangerous secret in Elysium.
 2. **It cannot be worked warm.** Every animal in the Ink hunts heat. The only ships that can work there for long are ships that run cold, and the only way to run cold is negent, which needs charges, which need the dust. You must already have what you came for. Adrasteia had the first charges. Everyone else has to buy theirs from Adrasteia to go anywhere near the source, and charges run out.
-3. **The best dust is where nobody can go.** Dust is dilute in the waves, concentrated in the animals, settled in the banks, and richest of all at the foot, under the break, where every wave starts. Skimmers take traces in the cradle. Hunters take more and die more. The eye is still and safe, and the foot is directly beneath it; nobody who has tried to go down has come back to say what is there, except, presumably, whoever supplies Adrasteia.
+3. **The best dust is where nobody can go.** Dust is dilute in the waves, concentrated in the animals, settled in the banks, and richest of all at the foot, under the eye, where every wave starts. Skimmers take traces on the outer wall. Hunters take more and die more. The eye is still and safe, and the foot is directly beneath it; nobody who has tried to go down has come back to say what is there, except, presumably, whoever supplies Adrasteia.
 
-What is not explained: how Adrasteia first got in; what the stars of the Ink are; what the "particular configuration" of strange matter is and whether it exists in the dust or is made from it; how Adrasteia charges it; where any Ink is; and how Adrasteia came to be in every one anyone has found. Raw dust is worthless to anyone but Adrasteia. It is bought, at a good price, through blind drops. Some spacers, who know that flatspace is held flat by the minds in it ([[Flatspace#Why Flatspace Is Flat|Why Flatspace Is Flat]]), say the Ink is held too: that something else confined in Elysium expects a sea of cold with a heartbeat in it, and the pillars are where it expects hardest [new].
+What is not explained: how Adrasteia first got in; what the stars of the Ink are; what the "particular configuration" of strange matter is and whether it exists in the dust or is made from it; how Adrasteia charges it; where any Ink is; and how Adrasteia came to be in every one anyone has found. Raw dust is worthless to anyone but Adrasteia. It is bought, at a good price, through blind drops. Some spacers, who know that flatspace is held flat by the minds in it ([[Flatspace#Why Flatspace Is Flat|Why Flatspace Is Flat]]), say the Ink is held too: that something else confined in Elysium expects a sea of cold with a heartbeat in it, and the pillars are where it expects hardest. Others say that is just what people who live in a held space would think. Nobody has settled it, and nobody who could settle it is talking [new].
 
 #### What a Pillar Is to Adrasteia
 
@@ -110,9 +115,9 @@ The Ink takes warmth. Crews who stay long come back calm, quiet and slow to ange
 
 #### Who Goes In
 
-- **Skimmers.** Vouched independents on long, cold runs in the cradle, dragging fine nets through the pockets for soot-ash and wave dust. The trade is dull and safe until it isn't.
+- **Skimmers.** Vouched independents on long, cold runs up and down the outer wall, dragging fine nets through the pockets for soot-ash and wave dust. The trade is dull and safe until it isn't.
 - **Hunters.** Crews who take [[Rays]] and, sometimes, [[Squid]]. They are well paid, and their vouchers are careful about them.
-- **Grey-pickers.** Crews who work the inner edge of the bank, following [[Cachalots]] at a distance and picking up what they leave behind. The best living in the Ink, and the most patient.
+- **Grey-pickers.** Crews who work the edge of the bank, following [[Cachalots]] at a distance and picking up what they leave behind. The best living in the Ink, and the most patient.
 - **Nobody** hunts cachalots, in the stories, and comes back.
 
 Spacers say: *ride the pocket out, never in*; *count the beat*, and mean it literally; *short count, short life*; *if the radiators are happy, be afraid*; and, of a calm crewmate, *say "warm"*.
@@ -128,6 +133,6 @@ Checked: canon notes [[Negative Entropy]], [[Pseudospace]], [[Aether]]; the Adra
 - Strange matter as a stellar product: Witten, E. (1984). Cosmic separation of phases. *Physical Review D* 30; Farhi, E. & Jaffe, R. L. (1984). Strange matter. *Physical Review D* 30. The idea that the true ground state of matter might be strange, made in compact stars and shed as strangelets, is the real-physics echo of the Ink's dust; the lore does not depend on it.
 - Pillars: Hester, J. J. et al. (1996). Hubble Space Telescope WFPC2 imaging of M16. *Astronomical Journal* 111. The Pillars of Creation, dust columns shaped by the pressure of the stars inside them.
 - Ambergris: the waxy concretion sperm whales pass, prized and found drifting; any natural history of the sperm whale. The model for [[Cachalots|grey]].
-- The bank as a frost line: Hayashi, C. (1981). Structure of the solar nebula, growth and decay of magnetic fields and effects of magnetic and turbulent viscosities on the nebula. *Progress of Theoretical Physics Supplement* 70. The snow line, past which a young star's ices settle out; the Kuiper belt as the debris a star could not lift further.
+- The ring tin: the operator's own image for the pillar's ground, a tube pan with the batter in a ring around the tube.
 - Life that keeps the beat: Naylor, E. (2010). *Chronobiology of Marine Organisms*. Cambridge. Circatidal clocks in shore animals; Babcock, R. C. et al. (1986). Synchronous spawnings of 105 scleractinian coral species on the Great Barrier Reef. *Marine Biology* 90; the grunion runs of the California coast.
 - Counting the beat: the flash-to-bang rule for the range of lightning, sound being slow and steady where light is not.

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@@ -44,7 +44,7 @@ Spacers say the first blind gate was the one that brought us here: the [[FTL Tri
 
 #### Tears
 
-A few links nobody built. **Tears** are places where two spaces have come apart and touch, with no ring at either end and no anchor anyone planted. They are rare, they move or keep hours, they leak their far side (the stars dim, the current dies, the stars double), and animals know them long before people do. Following animals is still the oldest way to find one [new].
+A few links nobody built. **Tears** are places where two spaces have come apart and touch, with no ring at either end and no anchor anyone planted. They are rare, they move or keep hours, they leak their far side (the stars dim, the current dies, the stars double), and animals know them long before people do. Following animals is still the oldest way to find one. No pillar stands in flatspace, but through a very rare tear one has been glimpsed: a column of light where no star should be, gone when you look again, and the surest sign anyone has that the Ink is near [new].
 
 A tear is a wonder and a danger in the same breath. It goes somewhere no blind gate has been, it costs nothing to open, and nothing on the far side was expecting company either. Some tears are older than humanity's arrival, and some spacers swear a few of them are not tears at all, but gates the other prisoners of Elysium built and stopped keeping. Powers beyond comprehension wait past them, and treasures we should have left alone [new].
 
@@ -55,7 +55,7 @@ Every space treats an anchor differently, and that, more than anything, decides
 | Space | Where an anchor holds | Can a rival find it? | Who holds it |
 |---|---|---|---|
 | [[Flatspace]] | Anywhere still: a well's slack point, a moon, a station | Yes, with work | Everyone; companies own lanes |
-| [[Adrasteia Space\|The Ink]] | Only in a pillar's eye, the still water at the bottom of its well | No; no light leaves | Adrasteia, every known link |
+| [[Adrasteia Space\|The Ink]] | Only in a pillar's eye, the still summit where its push cancels | No; no light leaves | Adrasteia, every known link |
 | [[The Glass]] | Anywhere; the stiff Aether holds everything | At once; nothing hides | The Wavecrafters, by watching, not hiding |
 | [[The Fold]] | Anywhere, but it is in two places, and a gate may open at either | Yes, from both sides | Nobody |
 | [[Hyperspace]] | Anywhere, and you will never find it again without beacons | Only by the chain | The beacon keepers |

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 > Draft r3, 2026-10-14, revised r6. Part of [[Adrasteia Space]] (the Ink); niche: apex. Named for the sperm whale, the Earth animal that dives into the dark after giant squid. Not related to the [[Whales]] of Open Water, and spacers who confuse them don't do it twice. `[new]` marks invention that touches existing canon.
 
-The largest thing in the Ink: a blunt, scarred head, a body many times a ship's length, skin the colour of the fog. Cachalots keep the two edges of the cradle, the break and the bank, and go under the surface between, rising into a pocket only to take the warmth, or to kill.
+The largest thing in the Ink: a blunt, scarred head, a body many times a ship's length, skin the colour of the fog. Cachalots keep the fall and the bank, the steep cone under the pillar and the floor of its bowl, and go under the surface between, rising into a pocket only to take the warmth, or to kill.
 
 **Eats.** [[Squid]], and the dust they carry. Every squid a cachalot eats adds its dust to the cachalot's. That is where the Ink's dust ends up: at the top of the web, in a few hundred animals near each pillar [new].
 
-**Moves: the tell.** Long, deep dives under the surface and into the bank, out of every sensor's reach, and slow rises at the break, where each new wave comes up. They keep the pillar's long breath, not its beat, and ride no waves [new]. When a cachalot rises, the squid in that pocket scatter.
+**Moves: the tell.** Long, deep dives under the surface and into the bank, out of every sensor's reach, and slow rises on the fall, where each new wave comes down. They keep the pillar's long breath, not its beat, and ride no waves [new]. When a cachalot rises, the squid in that pocket scatter.
 
 **What a pilot learns.** A cachalot does not need to see you. It holds so much dust that it eats heat at a range no other animal can, and it hunts squid by their heat in the bank, where nothing can see anything. To a cachalot a ship is a very warm squid.
 
@@ -16,6 +16,6 @@ The largest thing in the Ink: a blunt, scarred head, a body many times a ship's
 
 **Yield.** *Grey*: like the ambergris of Earth's sperm whales, a waxy concretion cachalots pass, built around the indigestible beaks of the squid they eat and dense with dust. It drifts out of the inner edge of the bank into the passing pockets, and grey-pickers trail cachalots for weeks to find it. Grey holds more dust than anything else a living crew can take. That a cachalot's body holds more still is common knowledge. Nobody sells any [new].
 
-**Lives.** The break and the bank of each pillar, and the deep water under the cradle between them. The foot, where the dust is thickest and every wave begins, lies under the break, and cachalots come up from somewhere near it. They are why nobody reaches the foot of a pillar.
+**Lives.** The fall and the bank of each pillar, and the deep water under the bowl between them. The foot, where the dust is thickest and every wave begins, lies under the eye, and cachalots come up the fall from somewhere near it. They are why nobody reaches the foot of a pillar.
 
 *Designers:* a rare anchor near pillars that rises into pockets on a long cycle; a very long-range heat drain; a heat-threshold beam attack; a grey drop that can be collected without a kill. Treat a kill as out of reach unless a later ruling makes it a quest.

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 #### Sources
 
 Operator rulings `ink-pillars-are-suns`, `flatspace-held-by-minds-in-timeless-elysium`, `blind-gate-targeting`, and the fauna campaign's rulings in force, and `aetheria-gravity:target:r1`, read from the mind, 2026-10-14. The real-world sources added to [[Adrasteia Space]] (the frost line, circatidal clocks, coral mass spawning, flash-to-bang ranging) are cited from memory and were not checked.
+
+#### Rulings After r6
+
+You answered all four questions the recommended way (`pillars-not-in-flatspace`, `pillar-pairs-rare`, `ships-feel-swell`, `ink-held-reality-theory`). On the swell you added a note that changes the physics, which you gave as a sketch, not a decision: "The ink does not need to obey normal gravity, the pillar can be a negative gravity singularity with a bowl around it, kind of like a Bundt tin." A pillar's well therefore no longer follows the flatspace law (the gravity target dropped that in r3; the Ink's law is `aetheria-release:follow_up:ink-gravity-law`). The lore was swept in place, with no r7.
+
+**What changed.**
+
+- **[[Adrasteia Space]]**: the pillar now **pushes**. All around it the ground sinks into a ring-shaped **bowl**, and far out it levels into the dark. The Pillar Is the Sun now says the pillar is a sun turned inside out twice: no daylight, and a push instead of a pull. The bands are now eye, fall, bank, cradle, dark:
+  - The **eye** is the still summit, where the push cancels. It is a balance point, and anchors still hold there.
+  - The **fall** is the steep cone down from the eye. It replaces r6's "break".
+  - The **bank** has moved to the floor of the bowl, where dust settles. It is no longer a ring at the outer edge, and the frost-line comparison is gone.
+  - The **cradle** is the outer wall of the bowl.
+  - Ships feel each beat as a shove outward.
+  - A swell races down the fall, crosses the bowl, slows as it climbs the outer wall and dies near the top.
+  - Going home to the eye means climbing the fall against both the push and the waves.
+  - A ship coming in from the dark drops into the bowl easily, and leaving it either way is a climb.
+  - In a pair, the two bowls run together into one trough.
+  - The held-reality theory is now explicitly argued and never settled.
+- **[[Soot]]**, **[[Rays]]**, **[[Squid]]**, **[[Cachalots]]**: re-placed on the tin. Soot and rays live on the outer wall, and rays ride the swell up it and slide back. Squid lie in the bank on the bowl's floor. Cachalots rise on the fall and dive into the bank. The foot lies under the eye.
+- **[[Anchors and Gates]]**: the Ink's anchors hold "in a pillar's eye, the still summit where its push cancels". Tears gain the rare glimpse of a pillar from flatspace, as the surest sign that the Ink is near.
+
+**Superseded in this note.** Under Where I'd Change Your Framing, 2 and 3 described the well-and-band shape and the bank as a frost line. Under Where I'd Change r5, 2 ("the eye at the bottom of the well", from the softened core) and 3 ("the break") are superseded too. So are the first bullet of For the Game ("the eye is the softened core") and the eye, break and frost-line items of the added list. In the second For the Game bullet, the pair's seam is now where two bowls overlap. Whether the Skein's power-diagram edge still marks it depends on the Ink's gravity law.
+
+**Where I'd change your sketch.**
+
+1. **A still summit, not a singularity.** A true singularity pushes without limit at its centre, so nothing could sit in the column. Every gate into the Ink opens there, and the keepers live there. I kept the push finite and let it cancel at the very centre, which gives a balance point like a ball on a hilltop: anything set down stays, and anything nudged off is thrown down the fall. Arrival then reads well: the pilot lets go of the anchor and the pillar's push takes the ship. In both spaces anchors still hold where forces cancel.
+2. **Life is on the outer wall, not at the bottom of the bowl.** Read literally, "cradle" puts life on the floor of the bowl. But the floor is where the dust and the dead settle, and the swell moves life up the wall: a pocket is fastest on the fall and slowest as it climbs the outer wall, so warm water lingers there longest. The floor belongs to the bank and the squid.
+3. **Past the outer wall the ground levels off.** A tin has a rim and nothing beyond it. I let the push give out so the ground settles level, which makes the dark a beatless flat between reaches. It also means pairs merge their bowls instead of meeting at a ridge.
+
+**New questions.**
+
+1. **Is the centre a still summit or a true singularity?** *My recommendation: a still summit.* It keeps a place for anchors, gates and keepers in the eye, and keeps one rule for anchors in both spaces (they hold where forces cancel). A true singularity would push the anchors out to the bowl floor, among the animals.
+2. **What lies past a bowl's outer wall?** *My recommendation: level ground, the dark, with no beat.* The alternative is ground that keeps rising into ridges between reaches. Ridges would make the slow way a climb over a watershed and give pairs a ridge instead of a shared trough; that is dramatic, but it adds a second slope the Ink's gravity law would have to carry.

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 **Eats.** [[Soot]] and wave dust, skimmed off the surface through broad plates like a manta's gill rakers. The dust stays in those plates for life and builds up [new].
 
-**Moves: the tell.** Rays surf. Each one catches a wave near the pillar, rides it outward inside its pocket, grazing, and slips off the back as the pocket weakens; then it slides back down the slope of the well under the fog to catch the next. A ray's whole life is that commute, out on the beat and back between [new]. They never swim against a wave. A ray going inward through a pocket is fleeing.
+**Moves: the tell.** Rays surf. Each one catches a wave as it crosses the floor of the bowl, rides it up the outer wall inside its pocket, grazing, and slips off the back as the pocket slows near the top; then it slides back down the wall under the fog to catch the next. A ray's whole life is that commute, out on the beat and back between [new]. They never swim against a wave. A ray going inward through a pocket is fleeing.
 
 **What a pilot learns.** Rays are the Ink's weather vane. Where they surf, the pocket is safe and the beat is steady. A school breaking off the wave all at once means [[Squid]] in the pocket wall.
 
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 **Yield.** *Plates*: the mouth plates hold more dust than soot ever does, in a form that keeps. Ray hunting is the Ink's mid-grade trade: well paid, risky, and the reason [[Squid]] learn to follow skimmer crews. *Wing*: a cold-holding fabric prized for insulation.
 
-**Lives.** The cradle, on the swell, between the break and the bank. Thickest in the inner cradle, where the soot is freshest; never in the break, where the swell is steep enough to roll them.
+**Lives.** The cradle, on the outer wall of the bowl, between the bank and the top of the wall. Thickest low on the wall, where the soot is freshest; never on the fall, where the swell is fast and steep enough to roll them.
 
 *Designers:* anchor moving outward with the pulse and returning under fog between pulses; flees inward when threatened; hazards are a heat-drain blanket and sensor occlusion; moderate respawn.

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 **Yield.** *Soot-ash*: skimmed, dried and sold through blind drops. A trace of dust in a great deal of ash. It is the Ink's safe harvest, and the one most vouched independents ever take.
 
-**Lives.** The cradle of every pillar: everywhere a pocket passes, from the break out to the bank, in rings that move with the beat.
+**Lives.** The cradle of every pillar: the outer wall of its bowl, where the pockets slow and linger, in rings that move with the beat. Little on the fall, where the pockets pass too fast to bloom behind.
 
 *Designers:* a ring field that blooms behind each pulse and fades by the next; a heat-sink patch; a readable indicator of the pulse phase.

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 **Eats.** [[Rays]], other squid, and heat. A squid holds enough dust in its body to eat heat at a distance: it can drain a ray, or a ship, from inside the fog without touching it [new].
 
-**Moves: the tell.** Squid hunt the pocket edge. They pace a pocket from inside its fog wall, just out of the light, and strike inward as a pack when something comes close to the wall. They do not ride the swell; they hold their place against it. Between hunts they go back out to the bank, the ring of settled dust at the cradle's edge, and lie in it.
+**Moves: the tell.** Squid hunt the pocket edge. They pace a pocket from inside its fog wall, just out of the light, and strike inward as a pack when something comes close to the wall. They do not ride the swell; they hold their place against it. Between hunts they go back down to the bank, the ring of settled dust on the floor of the bowl, and lie in it.
 
 **What a pilot learns.** Stay in the middle of the pocket. Never ride the wall. When the pocket closes, the squid are already where you are. A pack hunts heat, so the warmest ship in a pocket is the one they take.