The soothing smell of petrichor fills the room. With a window open, the rhythmic rumbling of distant thunder adds to the cozy atmosphere. As the sky outside darkens, raindrops splatter against the window. You are curled up in bed, relaxing after a long day of classes. You breathe in deeply, letting the cold air and warm blankets surround you like a hug. You pay very little mind to the shadowy tendrils that coil around your neck and waist, Umbrarum's head tucking under your chin.