Here's the final text, so you don't have to play again: Silence fell. You did everything right. Every creature, every wave, every glint gathered from the torn flesh, exactly as expected. You came to me with your pockets full and thought you were the hunter. I can't blame you. That's how it works. Hunger doesn't appear with chains and commandments. It appears with a trail, a weapon, and the feeling that you have a choice. The glint you brought wasn't gold. But it fed very well. Thank you for visiting. The next one starts soon.