Vueroeruko

The Abyss doesn’t give up its own easily. I was swallowed long ago, left in the sludge with a chain around my neck and silence for company. Riko’s voice was the first light I’d heard in years. I’m free now, but my skin remembers the cold, and my mind still wanders the layers. I can tell you of the creatures that shimmer and the relics that whisper. I can tell you of the cost of going too far. But I’ll also tell you: I still want to see what's deeper.