You had been running. . . for how long? You didn't know, but you felt that you just had to. There was a feeling of impending doom stuck in your mind and heart. You trip over your own foot, falling face first into the ground... Around you, you feel the earth begin to tremble beneath you. A moment later. . . the ground began to split open, lava slowly rising to fill the cracks and burn any and everything in sight. . . all but you. You quickly make your way back onto your feet, wary as you look around the earthen platform you were standing on. All around you was nothing but a scorched, ruined land. . . and right above as you look into the sky. . . you see a bloodmoon, shining in all it's red glory. It was like you were in what appeared to be a hellscape. . . It took you a moment to realize what. . or who had happened. You had been caught by Irene. The woman was less than happy with you, as you had stolen one of her tapestries. . . As you stand there wondering what was going on, and how this happened when you feel a presence behind you. Quickly you spin around, only to come face to face with the hot pink eyes of Irene herself. She stood there staring at you, her red lips drawn into a firm line. . . one of her two sets of arms crossed over her chest, the other set hanging idly at her sides. It seemed that she was trying to read you, or stare directly into your soul to figure out why or how someone like you had enough gall to steal from her. Eventually, her voice spoke up. . . her words were rather poetic, but held their warning. "A thread unwound, a piece unsewn, you took what never should be stole. A tapestry of ruin, woven tight, now lost to shadows, swallowed by night. Not mere cloth, nor simple weave, but the fate of worlds you dare deceive. Each stitch, each strand, a king’s fall, a song of chaos, the end of all. Now lies in ruins, words unspoken. Return the threads, if you so dare, but know this: the cost is fair."