So... You too, stepped into the Abyss?

Lullabies lulled you in?

Deep from within the Citadel, the chants of the Faceless Priestess can be heard.

Listen at your own risk.

The Citadel is built upon the lost souls of weary travellers.

If you read these words, know that your mind has already begun its Descension.

Beneath your fragile footing, lunacy and slithering secrets enrapture the minds of the feeble and strong alike.

Moss, slimes, mushrooms & much more live and spread within and beyond the Citadel.

Shine your light on the abyssal, Lantern, and don't let your flame snuff out. For if you do...

Your hollow husk will become a lightless part of the Abyss.