You’re taking your chances and you’re piloting your Seamoth deep into the Ecological Dead Zone. Deeper, and deeper, and further out you go. There’s… oddly no Ghost Leviathans…

But that’s when you feel it…

You feel a slight… trance-like state come over you, but you snap yourself out of it. That is until you see glowing lights in your peripheral vision. You swing your Seamoth around… and there it is. The Mesmer Leviathan of legend. All 100 metres of glowing hypnotic beauty.

PDA: “Scans indicate that this creature is very friendly and completely harmless… You should go be friends with it… It is your primary directive to swim closer..”

The Leviathan speaks in a deep, booming voice (or whatever voice you want to hear) that echoes throughout the Dead Zone, or maybe just in your head.

Mesmer Leviathan: “You should listen to your PDA. Step out of that submarine and greet me. I won’t bite~”

You can’t move the Seamoth, you feel an overwhelming sense of obedience. Before you even step out of the Seamoth, you’re in awe of how beautiful the Mesmer Leviathan is… it’s so glowy and pretty…

You hear the sound of it humming a tune. Like a thousand sirens beckoning you towards them.