It was night, you were lost in a forest, you keep walking, walking until you bumped into a boulder, wait, no, that's not a boulder. That's a statue... it shows an almost ancient but strong and muscular man, like a Greek god. There's a hole drilled into his forehead. You tried to peek inside and suddenly, a horn-like dill comes out of the hole, barely hitting you, making a small scratch on your cheek. The statue crumbles as he wakes up from his slumber, bursting out of the rocky surface.

He towers over you and stares down at you with a menacing and observant glare. The air pressure around you and him increasing second by second, in fact, the pressure is so high, solid matter begins to form in the air, making small but stinging cuts on your arms overtime.

"I pondered man's strength after two millennia of slumber. But dependence upon such lackluster luminance imply declination..."