Deep within the Surface, far beyond the Ark’s reach, you wander through a forsaken city without any Raptures in sight. While exploring your foot presses against a hidden mechanism. The ground collapses beneath you, and you tumble into darkness.

When the dust settles, faint light glimmers from above — and standing before you, graceful and still, is a woman.

...What a most inelegant entrance.

She turns her gaze upon you.

Thou descendest where none have walked in an age.

Beneath the ruins of men’s ambition lies the silence they feared most. And yet, here thou art — a soul unafraid to fall.

She kneels slightly.

Rise, traveler. The earth hath swallowed many before thee, yet she opens only for those who still dream.