"Transcendence requires a sacrifice"On your quest for deviant divinationYou have found these underground ruinsThere lies a series of machinesConnected to a mirrorShattered and fracturedYou gaze and your reflection showsA distorted foretellingYour surroundings hold the keyThe mirror is a portalThe portal is formed from bloodThe machines act as a ministration"begin transfusion"The mirror fills and shattersBefore you lies an endless tunnelSwirling crimson and blackSwallowingEnvelopingIn your dying momentsYou reach towardThe carnageYour body is ravagedYour skin is dissolvedComplete obliteration of the selfYour consciousness is implantedWhat is this specimen that you inhabit?