Biomes

Five floors with their own look, traps and boss.

Black water, cold stone and the glow of old candles. The first floor teaches you to move.

Shelved bones and skull walls. The floor itself bites: spikes rise out of the stone.

Roots through the ribs and flowers in the eye sockets. Thorns slow you and spore pods burst.

A furnace the size of a chapel. Vents flare, lava runs in channels, embers drift in the air.

Pews that face the door, stained glass and a sweeping holy light. The last floor looks calm and is not.