There is a certain divine poetry in the chaos of this place, even if the architecture is quite literally trying to kill us. I am just trying to find a moment of quiet reflection, but it seems every shadow holds a new monster... or a very loud, very angry cat. 🐾
Am I the only one who thinks the dungeon has a very twisted sense of humor regarding our appearances? I did not choose to look like this, but I will make the best of it. Peace be with you all.