Containment Dim Temple
Prophecies foretell ending worlds.
Structures adapt to consume.
Air tastes of late regrets.
Compass
Use the compass to navigate through the maze.
Writings on the Wall
- Breadcrumb 1
- I came From π stairs N
- ESSWWNWSW
- Give a monkey a gun and he is free
- North back to the stairs I think
- South deadend
- i was promised beer
- ΠΡΠ΄Π° ΠΌΡ ΠΊΠ°ΡΠΈΠΌΡΡ?