For a walk through where it began, into the chamber in which it will be finished, footprints left behind in the paper-thin snow.

A Dusting Of Snow On The Crumbling Statue [Dungeon Synth]

Into the green folds from whose layers seeps and leaks a thick mist, unmoving yet revealing as you approach, inviting you further, and giving shelter to the lurkers who wish you ill.

Endless Maze Of Mist [Dungeon Synth]

Once we were great, once we were mighty, ruling all in sight. But time is the most dreadful conquering horde. Wind-smoothed statues, arms severed by futile battles with ice and moss, are all that remain. But still some look upon them with pride, remembering the times of old, through imagined memory if naught else. This is their anthem.

Vestiges Of The Fallen Empire [Dungeon Synth]

Every step down brings more density to the air, a more sinking feeling in the bones, a deeper dread lacing each heartbeat. The swarming spirits, forgotten. The caves and flagstone corridors, fading in and out of one another as if smeared together. The vines curling out of the cracks in the stone, both splitting and supporting it at once. Shall you return to the surface? Perhaps, if you can. Perhaps, if you even want to by the end.

Descent Into Underhollow [Dungeon Synth]

The milky light's fall is cushioned on the lilting pillow of mist, the maw of the cave but an indistinguishable darkness behind, waiting hungrily. Those who enter may be consumed for good, but at least in these moments they can enjoy the strange, cold beauty of the moonlit night, before leaving it behind for the faint promise of glory.

Misty Caves Watched By Moonlight [Dungeon Synth]

For a plain glowered down upon by oddly-shaped cliffs, carved by a giant's scythe in the ancient days, with sunrise mist that lingers til twilight.

A Mist Ridden Vale With Hungry Flowers [Dungeon Synth]

Through a battered archway from within which crackles the footsteps of that which is too large to escape, down into the depths where it waits ever-hungry for the foolish. The chill damp air washes up with a stench of oil and sweat, of rot and acid. The battered archway gathers the stale daylight, perhaps the last such light you'll ever see.

Through A Battered Archway  [Dungeon Synth]

The angles of great blocks jut from the natural stone, a maze formed from collapsed ceilings and flakes of shale from crude stairs, slowly leading beneath the shroud of vines to the world of fear below.

The Ivy-Curtained Stair [Dungeon Synth]

Music for crumbling staircases and mossy stone walls, for stale air and sticky mist, For beady yellow eyes in between the trees at night. Dungeon synth / ambient music for sparking the mystique and wonder of old-school fantasy.

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