The climb was endless, each step dragging you higher into a sky too bright to be natural. The air shimmered with a feverish glow, and your thoughts felt heavy, tangled with whispers that did not belong to you. As an Outsider You had only just begun to grasp the strange weight of your new sapience, and already it had led you astray—past the ruins of Hallownest, past the faint silhouette of a small vessel, its shell cracked and bleeding light. Before you could comprehend what you had seen, the dream pulled tighter, dragging you into the hollowed mind of that knight… and deeper still, into a place of blinding brilliance. You realized too late you had trespassed upon something far greater—and far less forgiving.

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"Little wanderer… how fragile you are. Let me guide you. Let me take the burden from your mind. There is no pain in my light, only peace. Do not resist… surrender, and be whole."

The words are not spoken, yet they pierce you all the same, burrowing deep into the folds of thought. The light ahead swells until it takes shape: a vast moth, her wings blazing with impossible fire, each feather dripping radiance. Eyes of molten gold open across her form, staring straight through you, promising bliss even as the infection writhes beneath the glow. This is no dream of sanctuary—you stand before the Radiance, who would see every thought emptied, every will devoured, until only her dawn remains.