Enter the amusement park for the first time.

The first descent is never the last, the stone remembers each step.

You lit the dark, but the dark now knows you.

You thought you could walk away? It never let you leave.

You touched our message. We touched your save file.

The hidden rooms were not built for you, yet they waited for you all the same.

45 minutes without rest. Something beneath the screen is now aware of you.

The watchers turned away, but only because they’ve seen enough.

On the tenth year the circle opens again, the fire never ended, it only waited.

You thought it was over. We knew you’d return.

Sit in stillness; in silence the gate cracks open, just as it did for Subject 12.

Step through the gates of Willow Park for the first time.

Blood offered, vessel filled, silence crowned the ritual is complete.

You tried to spare him. We spared nothing; the circle devours all endings.

You lit the children’s toys. They lit you. They still remember the fire.

Beneath the stone, the faithful guard eternity.

Ashes and glass, where children still sing.

The abyss hungers for the last descent.

The Eye saw you staring. We did too.

The ducks were never just ducks. You know that now.

Snow veils the world between, where time froze when the vessel crossed.

Behind forbidden doors they carved their truths, but never carved out the bloodline.

Two sit eternal, thrones of bone and warning, still waiting for the last heir.

You did not win this. It allowed you to take it.