Higher beings, these words are for you alone.
Our pure Vessel has ascended.
Beyond lies only the refuse and regret of its creation.
We shall enter that place no longer.
A true servant gives all for the Kingdom.
Let Hallownest's Pale King relieve you of your burden.
Sleep beckons eternal and these words become my last.
Though my gaze shall no longer fall upon this city, I will act forever in its protection.
For King, for bug, for Hallownest, I head now to my rest.
Higher beings, these words are for you alone.
Your great strength marks you amongst us. Focus your soul and you shall achieve feats of which others can only dream.
Higher beings, these words are for you alone.
Within our lands do not hide your true form. Let all bask in your majesty, for only this kingdom could produce ones such as you.
Higher beings, these words are for you alone.
Beyond this point you enter the land of King and Creator.
Step across this threshold and obey our laws.
Bear witness to the last and only civilisation, the eternal Kingdom.
Hallownest
The Pilgrim's Way
Travellers of Hallownest, descend through verdant wilds and fungal groves to the city at this kingdom's heart.
There all wishes shall be granted, all truths revealed.
This border bounds the twisting, scratching things.
Their dead sire, once of honoured caste.
Their sealed mother, but the common beast.
No peace with them we make.
Strength in the shared self.
Strength in the mind united.
In every bug that would pass upon our roads,
only the melancholy of disparity.
Warily shall we accept the will of the Wyrm.
Its prescience shields us.
Fate and Future we shall entwine.
Here ends the Pilgrim's Way.
Hallownest's Heart lays open before you.
Proceed onward to share in its glory.
Hidden Unn, we need you now.
We grow tired away from you.
Our leaves are falling.
From moss and leaf our life is drawn.
While it grows upon the path we shall never wilt.
The greater mind once dreamed of leaf and cast these caverns so.
In every bush and every vine the mind of Unn reveals itself to us.
The Green Children walked from the dream unto these lands.
Here we now shall wait, patient, for the call to return.
Though once our lands, a pale being lays claim to the caverns ahead.
It may appear benevolent but it does not share our dream.
Be wary to wander that place.
Those who stray from the White King's roads shall face the law of Unn.
Higher beings, these words are for you alone.
These blasted plains stretch never-ending. There is no world beyond.
Those foolish enough to traverse this void must pay the toll and relinquish the precious mind this kingdom grants.
We speak the path of the Master Herald, he who would signal an Age's end.
Spawn of self, their minds unite,
Aside the source of acid blight,
Aglow in darkest, winding depths,
Winds all howl above fossilstone steps,
Monarchflys in airs set still,
To Root's domain and snail once shrill,
Path of Wyrm, at new lands entered
There journeys end. The kingdom ventured.
VOID, yours is the power opposed.
But yours is potential, eternity potential, force that could deny Time.
VOID, harness shall be placed upon you.
No blazing kin. Only one light shall shine against the dark.
The Wyrm becomes beacon, minds expanded, to yield, to devote.
Eternity in promise and charge in progeny cursed.
Path of Pain
