It is a dark world.
Gradually, in a sea of scarlet, is the impression of a leaden door.
Advent: Netherealms, the Dream Door
It may have been a large black snake that went through the crack.
A black smoke suffuses the space as the image grows.
Into the Darkness of the Black Canvas
Deeper, deeper. Maybe I have drunk the Cup of Sleep. Silvery, pure...
Advent VI: The Mist