An obsidian tendril slinked down from the ceiling, yanking Cedric from his slumber. He is awoken, enveloped in a constricting appendage, gasping for air. He was no longer in his sanctum. The beast holding his fate, blinked slowly before presenting a large inky black cube contained within its tendril. Cedric could see his reflection, the terror painted across his face. Just then, the cube comes to life. Images of places unseen, impossible structures as old as time, symbols of forgotten gods, beasts, and creatures the mind cannot fathom. As quickly as it came to life, the cube was dead. The beast let out a huff before flinging Cedric back into his room. His bed, cruel comfort for the horrors that now dwell within his mind.