The chapel of remembrance is filled with liars and traitors.

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all of its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and It was not meant that we should voyage far." - Howard Philips Lovecraft.
We dipped to far into the pond, and are now incapable of escaping. Imprisoned in more senses then one, behind multiple bars, some of which larger then the others, we find ourselves dredging through the slimy abyss. We have passed the mapped reality, the known, and now we cross through endless molding and decaying tunnels, the intestines of the rotting abomination that the ink machine is trying to raise from the dead. Every step sinks us deeper into the myriad of black slime, and which each step we got deeper into the grave. This world is the unknown, a trench filled with things believed to be long forgotten, so deep into the earth that not even Mr. Drew himself is aware of the catacombs that his torturer has constructed beneath his feet. We have breached into biblical Hell itself, complete with eternal suffering, dead men walking, and eldritch horrors locked away that were never supposed to be see by man, their path opened and their chains loosened by the Lovecraftian nature of the ink machine. And yet, the drill is refusing to stop, its only getting faster, casting us deeper and deeper into the tar.... at least the music slaps.
These... these people. Tom and, well, the other Alice. How many people have they imprisoned here? How many innocent men did they leave to rot in this cell. We know for a fact that there were multiple, at the very least 2 others, as one of them had to make these very beautiful drawings, and another had to be here after them in order to, simply out of the goodness of their heart, compliment them. How much blood is on the inky hands of these creations. No matter, the only thing we can do now is keep them in our hearts, remember them, just as they helped us escape, we will return the favor. We will keep them in our hearts endlessly, and we will think of them as we show them the light of the sun, one last time.