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It’s not exactly a friendly sort of place. You know, the nice, cozy little homes with a crackling fire and a sweet old grandmother passing out hot chocolate and cookies. It makes sense, of course, the Phantom is as far away from that grandmother as I think a living thing can be. Even that’s an understatement as we’re not quite sure he is a living thing.
Honestly, it’s not really a cave— it’s a cavern. If you were to look up, you wouldn’t see the top. A huge lake leaves almost no space to walk. The water is unnervingly still, disrupted only by the occasional drip from the unseen ceiling. The atmosphere is as cold as the creature who inhabits this void.

Oh— and there’s the organ. The monstrous mountain of pipes, some big enough to swallow a person. It towers over everything else, an ostentatious reminder of who’s in charge here. You can almost feel its power. It would be a good idea never to forget that…