In the sanctuary of the inner caverns, where none but the brave and slightly mad dare roam, the lullabies resonate. With voices not of the mortal choir, these melodies drift and twirl, wrapping around you like a long-lost, slightly damp shawl.

Ever heard the tale of the tambourine-playing tunnel worm? Oh, the infectious jig of that creature could swindle even the most stubborn of bats into a merry dance. And trust me, they know how to throw a wild party for creatures of the night!

Listen closely, for within the echoes, you may catch a glimpse of their murky laughter, bubbling up from the chasms of forgotten chuckles. Be warned, though—their sense of humor can be as pitch-dark as the void itself.