"..."
"...Three days into entering the 'Black Moon Outpost'... The traveler's body seems to have undergone some irreversible mutations... He has started to hear some summons from time to time, the voice swirling in the wind, like raging winds sweeping up endless snow, and also like an ethereal voice humming some unknown but rhythmic ancient tune..."
"The traveler... Wandering between dream and reality inside the 'Black Moon Outpost', arrived hazily at a, no, some arches..."
"Those arches... Like twisted roots forming slabs, the pattern of gnarled branches forming the framework of the gate, and thick blood vessels like giant pythons entwining around the door frame..." The figure's voice quivered slightly, then continued, "Those arches are breathing... As if they are living muscles or something else... The oozing pus coagulating into star-shaped scabs in the void..."
"The traveler tried to push open the arches, but couldn't..."
