Draped in the studded leather of the blackest beasts from hell stands a robotic cryptid with the head of a television. It stands on the feet of a monster.
It extends its clawed hand to you and tells you that finally you will wake up from your flesh teathered slumber, if you only trust The Cube.
All the paths are connected, and with guidence, you shall be lead down the path that leads to your goals.
Trust The Machine.
Trust The Eye.
Ameno Oculus Numine.