The Body gives the Mind identity.


The Mind binds the Soul.


And the Soul sustains the Body.


But mortals are weak and foolish.


And when they die, the whole of their being is swallowed by shadow.


And forgotten.


Everything dies.


But when worlds die, they are taken by a deeper shadow.


The gates of memory open, and those ruined legacies are locked away.


Deep, deep within the earth.


In a vast ruin as old as time itself.


A dreamlike place, where lighthouses shine beneath subterranean skies.


Now, those forgotten gates have opened prematurely.


Heralded by the advent of a great Phantasm, a god-like monster without reason.


And so the mortals stare down into the shadow, a primal dread stirring in their hearts.


Explorers are sent into the depths, to light the way for those behind them.


You are one of them.

The Aeon Ruins await.

Descend.