There’s a moment in Pharloom, usually when you’re knee-deep in grime and lost in some moss-draped tunnel, where you find a wall covered in faded parchment and desperate scrawls. I call it the Wishwall, and it became my compass, my quiet confessional. ... moreThere’s a moment in Pharloom, usually when you’re knee-deep in grime and lost in some moss-draped tunnel, where you find a wall covered in faded parchment and desperate scrawls. I call it the Wishwall, and it became my compass, my quiet confessional. The thing about
Hollow Knight: Silksong
is that the main path is a glowing thread through a dark tapestry, but the real color is stitched into the wishes. These side quests aren’t just checkbox errands; they’re small stories that ask you to pause, listen, and sometimes, walk on eggshells—literally. Over the years, I’ve collected every wish like a magpie hoarding shards of a broken sky, and I’d like to share that journey with you, as if we were swapping tales by a dying lantern.
Not all wishes are created equal. Some will have you playing hunter, others a courier, and a few… well, a few will make you feel like a surgeon removing a beating heart from a crystal cage. I’ll walk you through the ones that left scars on my memory.
Garb of the Pilgrims – A Tapestry of Ghosts
The wish was simple: gather twelve Pilgrim Shawls. The reality was a silent, endless pilgrimage through bone-white tunnels where Pilgrim enemies drifted like forgotten hymns. These shawls only drop from specific Pilgrims, and they’re as stingy as old coins. The best loop I found was a strange dance between two benches—one near Shakra’s map stand in The Marrow, the other in Mosshome where a chamber full of Pilgrims resurrect with every rest. I became a pendulum, swinging between life and temporary death, collecting fabric scraps as if trying to weave a memory out of moth-eaten silk.
Bone Bottom itself cradled two Pilgrims near a resting spot. Each time I looped, I felt like a gardener harvesting the same crop of sorrow. When I finally stacked twelve and returned to the Wishwall, the reward was a Rosary Necklace. But the true trophy was the rhythm of the grind—a meditation that taught me Pharloom’s heartbeat.
Crawbug Clearing – The Rags of Greymoor
Creige in Halfway Home gave me this wish after Bellhart was freed from its clinging ghost. He needed twenty-five ragpelts, torn from Craws, Tallcraws, and Squatcraws. Greymoor is a crawling carpet of these things, and hunting them felt like trimming back an unending thicket of thorns. Every kill dropped a ragpelt, a tiny sigh of fabric, until my bag bulged with the work of my blade.
It was never hard, just a rhythm of steel and chitin. When I handed the mountain of rags to Creige, he gave me a Crafting Kit. The tool sharpened my needles in ways that made the next few bosses weep. Imagine your weapon suddenly growing teeth—that’s what it felt like.
The Lost Fleas – A Caravan of Missing Notes
Mooshka, the Fleamaster, has a voice like a scratched record and a heart as large as The Marrow itself. He asked me to rescue five Lost Fleas scattered across Pharloom, each one hidden behind platforming puzzles that required my fingers to become dancers on a wire. One flea hid right after the Bell Beast fight; another demanded I climb a spire of collapsing platforms that felt like stepping on the ribs of a fallen giant.
When I escorted all five back, the fleas packed their caravan and moved to Greymoor, but the real gift was the Flea Brew tool. Drinking it was like igniting a second heartbeat in my chest—speed and attack rate surged, and for a few glorious moments, I was a blur of silk and fury.
Pinmaster’s Oil – The Sharper Edge
After Plinney gave my needle its first upgrade in Bellhart, he whispered of a Pale Oil that could make my weapon sing a sharper tone. This quest sent me into the Choral Chambers, past the Whispering Vaults, where a puzzle of sliding blocks and levers guarded a sealed room. Solving it felt like coaxing a lock made of frozen music to open. Inside, a glowing orb held the Pale Oil, glowing like liquid moonlight.
Alternatively, you can gamble on the Great Taste of Pharloom wish, but I took the direct route. Returning to Plinney, he worked his magic, and my needle became a whisper of death. The upgrade wasn’t just stat boost; it was the difference between a blunt sigh and a clean exhalation.
Trail’s End – The Mapmaker’s Ghost
This wish required every map from Shakra, the cartographer whose ink lines mapped my entire journey. Only then could I begin the search for his missing master in Bilewater, a swamp that breathes and watches. The trail was marked by cryptic notes and symbols that felt like following a trail of breadcrumbs dropped by a ghost. Movement tools like double jump became my lifeline; one wrong step meant a plunge into acidic green.
I found him deep in the swamp, a figure woven into the moss itself, and my reward was the Throwing Ring. This tool turned me into a ranged artist—it spun from my hand like a discus of light, carving paths through groups of enemies. It was my first taste of keeping danger at arm’s length.
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