Mandagon offers a quiet journey. Within its stone walls, water ponds, and drifting winds lie fragments of endless new and timeless old .

Here you will find the messages left behind, to read and interpret as you will.

(Be mindful: lore spoilers ahead.)

🗿 Sputter cough and blooded breath. Sickness scuttles inside her chest.
🗿 A daughter’s sleep, a wish to wake a door of light, her place to take.
🗿 Light and dark alone can’t last through thirsty shadows a sun must cast.
🗿 The seeds you sow, the hearts you reap can only flower from your sleep.
🗿 A never ending, folding ocean depth unknown, a child's devotion.
🗿 A child so fragile with bones of clay a fathers soul proposed a trade.
🗿 Your sacrifice a selfless plight to catch her breath is why you fight.
🗿 No need to linger little totem heed the words we all have spoken!
🗿 A slice of you so close to heart vanquished ills will soon depart.
🗿 Rib for rib and lung for lung an even trade. Old for young.
🗿 Of endless new and timeless old we must let go these things we hold.
🗿 As blankets sheet, find your rest the life you sire is truly blessed.
🗿 As you leave so unperturbed eyelids flutter! your daughter stirs!
🗿 And in your passing a weight is lifted with nothing cured but only shifted.
🗿 A totems glow provides escape when all is lite a door will gape.

I’ve known your path, watched your passing the gift you left was not for naught.

A piece of you, stitched into place.

She will flourish now, her life anew.

And you? Of dry bones and restful eyes.

Move onwards, upwards.

Evermore.