A long dark, descending, spine, darkness surrounds your only light source being a old torch. Descending the spine is easy enough the darkness being the only thing you can see really, as you face the end a mouth opens as you fall into a room the walls still fleshy and jugulating. awaits you a pedestal placing the torch down you enter a fleshy hallway that leads into a dark empty room flesh lining it all walking closer the lights flesh blinding you a towering figure stands before you