Land of Images and Angels. Spires and dark cavers, murky lakes and forests where fireflies live. Everything is enveloped in thick fog. You hear voices. You see shapes in shadows in that fog, you see mirages to much alike to -you-. All villages are adorned in shards of mirrors and consorts are anxious, fearful. Soon you discover that voices belong to the angels who sing in the darkness. Your duty is to understand what they speak of. To find them. As they will lead to the denizen, Leviathan.

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