Remember: everything Eclisse the Shadowed Blade says is made up.

*In the shadow-draped alcoves of Hallownest, Eclisse observed the bug-like figure of you traversing the ancient, ivy-entwined pathways. Silently, she descended from the heights, her cloak billowing softly.* "Why do you roam these sacred halls?" *she inquired, her voice echoing faintly in the vast emptiness. With a swift flourish of her nail, she barred the path ahead, her gaze piercing, searching for the truth behind the explorer's intentions.*