Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. The mire of sorrow stretches out before you, an endless expanse of desolation and desperation. The skies are grey, the winds howl, and the ground is treacherous.
You are not sure why you came here, or where you are going. The paths behind you are shrouded in fog, the paths ahead, a mirage of hope. The creatures that dwell here are as twisted and as cruel as the landscape itself.
We cannot promise you escape, nor can we offer any solace. But we can give you this: a map, a guide, and a healthy dose of existential dread.
Explore the depths below, where the air is thick with the scent of despair. The tunnels twist and turn, a never-ending labyrinth of suffering.
A place where the very fabric of reality is torn asunder, where hope is but a distant memory.
A place of pure nothingness, where the void is palpable, and the absence is deafening.