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Among the countless tentacle pits and base structural flesh of the Red, there is the occasional nexus. A confluence of biological and psychic metabolism. An organ, a Heart, that sustains and grooms the homeflesh itself, a Heart that stands above even the tentacle princesses in the caretaking of all Tentacled life.

Long ago, one such Heart in the north was ripped away from the homeflesh and abducted to a far-off land, but there are others.

Near the middle of the continent, just south of the great psychic barrier, one such Heart has become the central crossroads for every refugee and every concerned red-dweller. There are many tunnels leading in to the vast open cavity beneath the surface, including one major spiral of a hollow throat that opens onto the Pink, allowing surfacers to visit the Heart safely.

Many have heard the rumors, many have come seeking answers, seeking comfort, or seeking to offer themselves to the cause, for the threat of the Red Queen is great, and the word has spread far.

Among the countless tentacle pits and base structural flesh of the Red, there is the occasional nexus. A confluence of biological and psychic metabolism. An organ, a Heart, that sustains and grooms the homeflesh itself, a Heart that stands above even the tentacle princesses in the caretaking of all Tentacled life.

Long ago, one such Heart in the north was ripped away from the homeflesh and abducted to a far-off land, but there are others.

Near the middle of the continent, just south of the great psychic barrier, one such Heart has become the central crossroads for every refugee and every concerned red-dweller. There are many tunnels leading in to the vast open cavity beneath the surface, including one major spiral of a hollow throat that opens onto the Pink, allowing surfacers to visit the Heart safely.

Many have heard the rumors, many have come seeking answers, seeking comfort, or seeking to offer themselves to the cause, for the threat of the Red Queen is great, and the word has spread far.

Among the countless tentacle pits and base structural flesh of the Red, there is the occasional nexus. A confluence of biological and psychic metabolism. An organ, a Heart, that sustains and grooms the homeflesh itself, a Heart that stands above even the tentacle princesses in the caretaking of all Tentacled life.

Long ago, one such Heart in the north was ripped away from the homeflesh and abducted to a far-off land, but there are others.

Near the middle of the continent, just south of the great psychic barrier, one such Heart has become the central crossroads for every refugee and every concerned red-dweller. There are many tunnels leading in to the vast open cavity beneath the surface, including one major spiral of a hollow throat that opens onto the Pink, allowing surfacers to visit the Heart safely.

Many have heard the rumors, many have come seeking answers, seeking comfort, or seeking to offer themselves to the cause, for the threat of the Red Queen is great, and the word has spread far.