You are surrounded by darkness, and an almost phantasmal, wispy crimson fog. If you focus on it, you can make out what appears an anguished face with an agape mouth and hollow eyesockets. A voice drones mindlessly from somewhere within the miasma:

"N...E...S...S..." "I... F...E...E...L... G...O...O...D..."

Giygas rumbles, as his cloudlike and formless being surrounds everything. Slowly drifting all around you...