"Questing underground into lulling trances"
You’re wandering deep into some catacombs, ossuaries lined with brightly painted skulls, following some faint noise. You don’t know how you got there, but you just have to know what those sounds are and what or who is making them. The deeper you go, the darker it gets, but the louder and more entrancing the chanting and noises become. Just when you think you’re hopelessly lost and the music is the only thing that could possibly be left in the universe and it’s all you will ever really need if you could just find it, a light cracks in from some corner revealing the source: tacos.
