Where the walls are made of despair, and the ceiling is made of desperation
Here, the abyssal creatures lurk, their eyes glowing in the dark, as they whisper sweet nothings to those who dare to fall
Will you dare to descend into the depths, where the only sound is the echo of your screams?
Where the abyssal creatures will guide you to the edge, with a smile and a wink
Subpage 1: The Never-Ending Descent Subpage 2: The Cries for Help Subpage 3: The Point of No Return