"You feel the pulse of the nautiloid underfoot, like the heartbeat of some great, twisted beast. Its tendrils writhe, stretching out into the murky skies beyond the shattered walls of its chambers, while eldritch, flickering lights cast eerie shadows across the grotesque scene."

A cold, alien presence presses at the edge of your mind—a feeling of something invasive, almost hungry. Within you, something stirs, like a seed rooting where it doesn’t belong. The memory of the mind flayer, its writhing tentacles, the glint of its unnervingly empty eyes as it placed the tadpole within you… It’s all too fresh. The stakes are deadly, and yet your survival instinct keeps you sharp.

Just then, you feel a pull, urging you deeper into the labyrinthine horror of this living ship. You’re not alone here—echoes of others in torment reach your ears. Companions and allies may await you in the madness, but for now, escape is all that matters. Every choice counts; after all, you have precious little time to spare.