and then his parents died and were lowered into the stillness of the dark lake , and wixelor , having no living soul to share and relieve his bouts of desolation and heartbreak , developed , as all linners did , a way to be able to perform his compulsory dream-sieving without losing himself entirely in its torrents : he found a specific passion of his own and nurtured it with all the strength that was left in his beleaguered mind and like many a linner , he chose as object of the obsession that would define him and keep him marginally stable that tantalizing bygone era before the runes of norien had gone missing , when ienar lin was a world of wonders .