Wherever you go, the moon still sets in Irithyll.
Wherever you may be, Irithyll is your home.

One day you will stand before its decrepit gate...without really knowing why.

For the curse of life, is the curse of want.
And so, you peer...
Into the fog, in hope of answers.

There is no path.
Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of Dark...
...what could possibly await us?
And yet, we seek it, insatiably...
Such is our fate.

The sky weeps at the glorious devastation of these lands

What is bravery, without a dash of recklessness!