text: [Themes: Humor, fourth wall]
  
  > Look around
  This is it. You have reached the deepest part of the caves.
  
  From here you can go back southeast, or you can go northeast, in which direction you can discern an unearthly glow.
  
  The baby goat-fish wriggles its way up your arm.
  
  > examine the glow
  It glimmers, or glistens, or maybe even glisters--no, I'd
  better stick with glistens--with a radiance you find very slightly unnerving.
  
  The kid-fish crawls up to your shoulder and tries to headbutt you in the neck.
  
  > go to the north-east
  This room is awash in light: In the south wall, an archway towers over you, glowing as if reflecting the brightness of a distant galaxy.
  
  The room with the pool is back to the southwest, and it looks like there's a shortcut to the east. I put that shortcut there just for you.
  
  The baby goat-fish almost falls to the ground, but you catch it.
  
  > look at the archway
  This archway is a symbol of the ultimate, I mean the penultimate barrier between my comatose mind and the outside world. It literally is that, but it's also symbolically that. The lines are beginning
  to blur.
  
  The path through the arch is blocked by a big door.
  
  All of a sudden, the baby goat-fish yawns and falls asleep.
  
  > examine the door
  This idle door is actually the barrier you have to worry about. I guess if the arch is the symbolic barrier, then this door is the literal barrier. By "literal" here I mean "literal-within-the-dream-world."
  
  In the door is another keyhole-depression, this one in the shape of, like, a V with a ridiculous curly thing attached to it.
  
  > taste the fish
  According to the dream-logic of tastes, the goat-fish tastes like pickles.
  
  > put it in the door
  See, that would make sense, but the goat-fish is a literal (dream-)goat-fish, not a Capricorn symbol. You've got a
  classic confusion between signifier and signified on your hands.
  
  > shake the fish
  Aw, but it's so cute when it's sleeping! Just let it rest.
  
  > examine the capricorn
  (the goat-fish)
  It's a baby goat-fish. Maybe more of a kid-fish. It only has little nubby horns, and the fish end of it wriggles around energetically. This baby goat-fish represents youthful idealism, or youthful ignorance. I guess those are kind of the same thing.
  
  > put the capricorn in the depression
  (the goat-fish in the keyhole-depression)
  See, that would make sense, but the goat-fish is a literal (dream-)goat-fish, not a Capricorn symbol. You've got a
  classic confusion between signifier and signified on your hands.
  
  The baby goat-fish snores a little bleating snore.
  
  > Blow horn
  You start to blow into the horn, but the tremendous sound that emerges is too much for you to handle. It symbolizes the conclusion of the individuation process, which, if attained prematurely, would result in a psychological short-circuit. What I'm saying is, this is not the time or place for unleashing the power of the horn.
  
  > Blow capricorn
  (the goat-fish)
  That's not something you can blow into. Or, at any rate, you don't need to blow into it. Let's do something else.
  
  > drop it
  No, no! You can't leave it here alone! It can't fend for itself!
  
  > examine the fish
  It's a baby goat-fish. Maybe more of a kid-fish. It only has little nubby horns, and the fish end of it wriggles around energetically. This baby goat-fish represents youthful idealism, or youthful ignorance. I guess those are kind of the same thing.
  
  > Go east
  Here's the place in the tunnel where there's an exit to the surface instead of an east wall.
  
  The cave continues to the north and southwest, and there's that tiny shortcut to the shining archway to the west.
  
  > Go east
  So, from up here in front of the stately manor, you can see all the rest of the island. An entrance has opened into the caves beneath the jungle to the west of you.
  
  Down the hill to the southwest is a white sandy beach.
  
  The goat-fish burps in its sleep.
  
  > ask Siren abouthe goat-fish
  The Siren tells you she is extremely worried about the well-being of her little goat-fish Tarin, who got lost in a cave.
  
  > feel streaming hair
  The Siren is totally cool with your feeling her hair, which falls away like bashful silk through your fingers. She must use one heck of a conditioner.
  
  > give the tarin to Siren
  Her jaw drops. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh. You brought Tarin!"
  
  The goat-fish leaps into the Siren's arms with a triumphant bleat and she immediately begins cooing over it.
  
  "You know, I actually have the perfect reward for you. Check this out:" She produces a piece of pearlescent material from an invisible drawer or something.
  
  "Do you recognize this? It's the symbol for Capricorn. It's thematically appropriate, because Tarin here is a goat-fish, right? Anyway, I want you to have it." She hands it to you.
  
  > taste the streaming hair
  According to the dream-logic of tastes, the long streaming hair tastes like finely-shredded dark chocolate.
  
  > taste the capricorn
  (the Capricorn symbol)
  According to the dream-logic of tastes, the Capricorn symbol tastes like a goat-fish.
  
  > Go west
  This room is awash in light: In the south wall, an archway towers over you, glowing as if reflecting the brightness of a distant galaxy.
  
  The room with the pool is back to the southwest, and it looks like there's a shortcut to the east. I put that shortcut there just for you.
  
  > examine the door
  This idle door is actually the barrier you have to worry about. I guess if the arch is the symbolic barrier, then this door is the literal barrier. By "literal" here I mean "literal-within-the-dream-world."
  
  In the door is another keyhole-depression, this one in the shape of, like, a V with a ridiculous curly thing attached to it.
  
  > put the capricorn in the door
  (the Capricorn symbol in the idle door)
  The Capricorn symbol slides into place with a click. The door dematerializes, its constituent dream-atoms disappearing into the dream-aether.
  
  Nice job! The path to the final challenge is now open.
  
  > Go south
  You have reached the end of your quest. Here, at the center of Nautilisia, is the sunless crypt that symbolizes the spiritual and psychological profundity of the coma that I've been in all this time.
  
  The ceiling above roils with irisdescent turmoil, symbolizing the conflux of emotions that are going on in my brain. A spiral design on the floor leads your gaze toward the center of the room, which is the center of the center of Nautilisia:
  
  Lying prostrate on a dais of nacreous stone and wrapped in webs of gauze is my own comatose body.
  
  > examine the body
  That's definitely me. You'd know my face anywhere. And I'm definitely, definitely in a coma. This symbolizes the fact that I'm in a coma right now.
  
  So, this is the final puzzle! How can you possibly wake me up, and release my mind from this nice nap? I mean, this coma?
  
  > look at the spiral
  You're gonna have to take my word for it, but the spiral on the floor is a logarithmic spiral with a growth factor of about 1.6180339887. This symbolizes the mathematical perfection of pure thought.
  
  > Taste body
  According to the dream-logic of tastes, the comatose body tastes like a comatose person. What is wrong with you.
  
  > look at the dais
  The word "nacreous" looks like it means "gross," but it actually refers to the texture of nacre, i.e. mother-of-pearl. So you can imagine this dais as like a great big pearl growing out of the floor.
  
  I guess when I put it that way it sounds kind of gross anyway.
  
  > taste dais
  According to the dream-logic of tastes, the dais of nacreous stone tastes like asay Kleenex.
  
  > look at the ceiling
  The irised ceiling of the crypt casts all kinds of weird colored lights across the room, symbolizing the blurring of self, shadow, anima, and animus. It also symbolizes emotional turmoil. It symbolizes both things at the same time. That's part of the blurring.
  
  > Taste ceiling
  According to the dream-logic of tastes, the irised ceiling tastes like the candy coating of an M&M.
  
  > taste yourself
  According to the dream-logic of tastes, yourself taste like vanilla ice cream.
  
  > Blow horn
  When you put your lips to the wreathÃ¨d horn, it emits a huge, deep moan like a mob of whales singing in unison. The ceiling rumbles. The sleeper stirs.
  
  I'm trying to decide how many times you should have to blow the horn to make me wake up. How about nine?
  
  > No
  The conch blasts again, like waves crashing on a glass beach. The vibrations shake the irised ceiling.
  
  Yeah, nine is probably too many. How about seven?
  
  Fine. Because I like you: three times. Just one more time.
  
  No?
  
  No?
  
  > Blow horn
  You blow into the wreathÃ¨d horn again, with a tone like a hurricane inside a crystal bell.
  
  Then the ceiling cracks, and shatters, and the light of the sun, symbolizing the clarity of conscious thought, shines into the previously sunless crypt, which symbolizes the stagnancy of
  absolute introspection, right onto my unconscious body, which symbolizes me.
  And then everything goes white.
  And now I'm awake. Look, see? I'm awake. We can get going now.
  Anyway, thanks for putting up with all that nonsense. I know I probably goof off too much, and it gets to be a pain some of the time. I really do want both of us to have fun, even if some of the time the only one having any fun is me. So I really appreciate your tolerance. I guess "tolerance" isn't the right word. You know what I mean.