Certain pools along Honor Creek are said to grant visions of the future to those who drink from them. The priests neither confirm nor deny this—they simply warn that unguided visions bring madness more often than wisdom.
The pools are not marked. Finding them requires local knowledge or dumb luck. Some seekers spend years walking the creek's length without success. Others stumble onto a vision pool their first day and never recover from what they see.
The visions, when they come, are fragmentary and contextless. A face you'll meet in ten years. A building that will burn. Your own death, or someone else's. Without the Ecclesiarch's interpretive framework, these glimpses illuminate nothing—they just add knowledge without understanding, which the priests consider worse than ignorance.