The Crumbling Spire

… Shrouded by Rainfall and Looming Out of the Mist... The Entrance Into the Underground World Forgotten by Man, Aghartha

... And the Rusted Metal Staircase Within, Descending Into an Eldritch Blackness Swirling With Tormented Ghasts That Devour Sanity

... Taking in the Tranquility of the Mossy Landscape and the Valley Below Filled With Ancient Trees Modified to Be Homes; Relics of an Age Long Ago When Aghartha Was Inhabited by Humanoids

... Host to Colossal Creatures Rampant Beneath It in the Agharthian Forests, Primal and Shrieking With the Cries of Triumphant Predators and Dying Prey

... The Ancient Soma, Rediscovered and Imbibed in the Primordial Presence of Faintly Phosphorescent Algae Blooming in the Murky Waters of Aghartha; An Awakening Within of Profound Proportions

… Dragged Against the Sludge-Filled Lake Bottom by an Antity Which Had Sat in the Black, Tannin-Rich Water Motionlessly for Aeons; Consciousness Flickering in and Out While Being Uttered Incantations of Ecstasy and Despair

... Escaping Aghartha by Fatal Wounds || Acceptance