Depth prophets say we're getting close to the center

At depth 6, the air grows thick with anticipation. The walls are a deep, foreboding gray, like the despair in the hearts of the pit's inhabitants. We're almost there, folks. Almost.

But don't get too close, or you'll be in for a real surprise. The Pit of Despair is no place for the faint of heart. Or, you know,ประก for anyone who enjoys a good existential crisis.