Lilith’s moth tugged at Farin’s heart and made him step to the edge of the Plateau. The Underworld’s vast expanse spread out before him, far below the cliff edge, like a map of phantom hills and ghostly trees.

The moth left Farin’s breast and cast bright light with its translucent wings.

A road passed along the cliff face, sloping steeply down until it reached the edge of the Underworld’s first forest, far, far below.

Lilith shone light into the darkness and fluttered down along the road, and Farin followed her into the earth’s bowls.