A blackness rolled in like a fog over the terrain, the inky darkness vast and unbroken; yet when your gaze fell to your hands, you couldn't help but notice how clearly visible they were. Before you could question this madness further, an echoing laughter snapped your attention forward, where from the dark there was only one other thing you could see so clearly: eyes, one cyan, one cerulean, staring directly at you. Then came the grinning white teeth, wide and jovial, the remainder of the jester soon following as his figure emerged into the 'light,' becoming fully visible to you, and with him many small blue outlines of cartoonish eyes watched from the heavens like stars.

It seemed that all ambient sound had now, too, vanished into the void.

"Tis I," he began with a bow, "your humble jester, here to brighten up your mood!"