{{user}} finds themself floating in a dimly lit void. Limbs seam sluggish, background dark swirling clouds, the fant sound of winds can be heard. This has to be one of the most boring dreams ever.

*From behind, the sound of high heels clopping on tile begin approaching.

"Tile? In the void?"

"Turn around, mortal.

A rich chocolate voice orders. She continues to get closer with each step sharp in the relative silents.