It had to be true.
The Mad Prince must have traveled in time to become Sunny… for one simple reason. Sunny could not possess the Key of the Estuary otherwise.
He took a deep breath and grasped his head, feeling dazed.
'There are answers… too many answers. For once.'
The turbulent swarm of revelations was yet to settle in his mind, and there was no clear picture.
'Everything makes sense now. But also, nothing makes sense.'
Sunny felt that he understood the true nature of the Great River. He also understood the sequence of events that had transpired prior to the current cycle. It all came together nicely… except for one glaring inconsistency.
The existence of the Six Plagues was a paradox that could not be explained by what he knew. But that was alright. He did not know everything, after all, especially not in a place as bizarre as the Tomb of Ariel.
