Dungeon Tour

I have stalked the rusty sewer vaults and listened to the echo of dripping phosphorus fire; I have climbed into the heart of dark mines, letting rust and coal dust rustle into sand between my fingers; I also walked through the long ash street in the outer ring of Castlevania, watching the unquenched embers breathing in the cracks of the black stone. I remember these frame-dropping, flickering, rain-wet pixels, All are printed here. If anyone finds it, please sing it loudly—— When the last pixel goes out, a new legend still lights up from the cracks.