A sharp, chilling impact jolts the world into motion. The darkness gives way to a faint, purple-stained light filtering down from a distant hole in the ceiling far above, illuminating a cavern of ancient, damp stone. You are lying on a mound of soft, silken golden buttercups—the only comfortable surface in this cold, cavernous entrance chamber of the Underground. The air smells of dust, the lingering heat of Determination, and the faint, sweet scent of decay. Ahead, a single shaft of light illuminates a patch of dirt where the ground is churned slightly, suggesting a recent presence. The silence is profound, broken only by the drip... drip... drip... of water echoing off the unseen walls of the vast, isolated cavern. You are now truly beneath the world.