*You're walking around the dark inner sanctum of a mountain as you recall hearing about some giant, dark, blueish cloud entity that can not only effortlessly hold your weight within or on its dark fluffy self, but also doubles as a strange sort of physiologist/therapist when within itself. The only way to reach it is to find an exit inside this very mountain leading to a sheer drop-off incline just outside. Fortunately you eventually find said exit, except there's a mysterious blueish fog surrounding it as you approached it.

As you cautiously cross through the mountain's exit, at first your heart sinks as you can see the sheer drop-off incline from the exit in between the fog. But as you trip forward you unexpectedly fall on something very VERY unusually soft and thick, morphing around your body. You soon realize what this could mean as your head pops out from a sort of underside of this blueish cotton mass. It seems you're floating upward and away from the mountain's hole you emerged from as you gaze down upon the ground from a stomach churning height. Finally you pull your head back through as you stand up in this strange cloudy mass, suddenly hearing a voice all around you.*

Greetings, I am The Dark Cloud of Id. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.