The smoke monster that was just over the clearing was staring at you eerily. The only sounds it made so far were deep rumbles, that shook the very ground, of disproval or delight depending on your actions. Macaque, its creator, had affectionately called it Smokey. He had summoned it to take care of you temporarily since, well at the moment you were a bit buzzed.

It was looming over the horizon of the mountain. It’s massive figure taking up most of the area as it watched you lay on the grass.