...after Coelendwia’s arrival the lens appeared most nights. It would emerge from the mists of the Cemetery or the Swamps, sometimes floating up to the Cowhorn Tower as if it wanted to get inside. Brave Coelendwia stood his ground by the door, but the object harmed nobody.
The attraction of the lens to the Cowhorn Tower was unmistakeable. Furthermore, it soon became apparent that only Dwllis could see the spectral images that it showed. These images were of a dark, urban landscape occasionally the setting for the figures of women. Once or twice Dwllis saw these figures in detail, but he recoiled from their baroque, sometimes macabre images. Coelendwia stared at the lens for hours, squinting to see in the darkness, but he could make out nothing. Despite its silence, Dwllis felt that the lens was taunting him with its presence, goading him to act. Until he understood its origins, however, he had no idea what he should do.
Dwllis’ troubles were legion. Crimson Boney was bringing antique memories every other day, leaving Dwllis with the unsettling feeling that here was an intelligent gnostician. When Crimson Boney burbled and purred at him it was as if the gnostician were speaking - actually trying to converse. Dwllis was shocked by the thought that the gnosticians might be more advanced than people had realised. The fact that Crimson Boney seemed to have some connection with the Archive of Selene only made things more baffling - and far more worrying.