Cultist Simulator achievements

That is enough.

We have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall we cease.

We dream the same pink dreams.

She wants very much to be found.

We wrestled the Forge to victory. We will not grow old.

Our heartbeats quicken together.

We find, we think, a way.

Our home is littered with his notes.

He is the melody of love, and I hear him now.

Now we are scholars of the heart.

We seem a suited pair.

It is hard to tell, with him, whether to laugh or cry.