Welcome to my Home, Traveller.

Your feet sink into the mud underneath, the smell of peat, moss and fungi permeate your senses. This is a place of Worship.

Creatures swim, hop, splash, and croak. Some even leave small, itchy little bumps on your skin. You scratch.

The path ahead is uncharted, welcoming. It beckons you to step deeper, to see what you can find hidden within the depths of the bog...

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