The roar fades to a whisper, small and frightened, almost childlike.

"Knowing is what undid a god before. Knowing is power, and knowing is nothingness. If the sea survived knowing, it's powerful, and it's to be feared."

There's a sound of frantic scratching, like someone scribbling over their own writing.

"I shouldn't be thinking about it. I shouldn't... I shouldn't..."

You should go, mortal. You should go, before it hurts you.