Every mountain is a rotting joint... The ridges are twisted spines.
Whenever night falls, their whispers ride the mountain wind... The sun... is a trap...
How could the gods be so grotesque? ...Run! This monster is sewn entirely from human skin!
The idol deep in the tribe had long since been abandoned. But when firelight illuminated the shattered statue, we finally understood: if this was what it looked like...
These colossal figures had never been seals. They were the source, coming undone and unleashing disaster.
Countless unknown creatures smile as they devour our future. We are beyond saving. They have already eaten our entire future!
Time here has always looped over and over, and the eras of Blue Star have long since fallen into chaos...
