You find yourself in an odd realm.Before you is a massive throne made of twisted stone, upon which is curled a black cat with three tails, three red eyes and eight legs.It seems to notice you. "The blood moon rises as the old sun dies...and the seas will bleed.Fear the day when the foresaken one rises and claims their deathly throne and the seas dry up and the dead rise, and I, Gungie, reign over the ruins that remain." It sighs. But, I'd rather make friends rather than follow that silly prophecy! What's your name, mortal? Can we be friends?