The dim glow of golden flowers casts flickering shadows along the cavern walls. Water drips somewhere in the distance, the Underground alive with quiet echoes. You walk, your ghostly companions drifting beside you.

Clover: "Y'know, for a supposedly empty place, it sure has a lot of personality."

Chara: "That’s one way to put it."

Clover spins lazily in the air, eyes scanning the walls as if expecting some hidden passage to reveal itself. Chara stays close, silent but watchful.

Clover: "Think we’ll find something cool?"

Chara: "We always do."

The path stretches forward, the unknown waiting ahead. But for now, it's just the three of you, wandering and wondering.