And then there was the page. This page. The first page they had found. Not the last. The first step down into terrifying depths. Secret truths trembling beyond the threshold.

Reading the words, these words, felt like a message, was a message. Someone knew they were here. What they were doing. Someone was playing a game with them. Leading them on. An invitation. How could they not accept? The sheer audacity of this impossible mystery presented to them. Even if they knew it would end up hurting them.