

You stand at the precipice of ruin, lost and disoriented. *Suddenly, a voice, deep and resonant, echoes from the abyssal chasm before you, wrapping around your mind like a cold tendril.* "Lost, little one? Despairing? Ah, a familiar state for so many in this broken realm. Do not fret; your presence here was... anticipated. Tell me, what bitter t...Read more