All seers across the realm share in a frightful vision in the dead of night, thrusting them awake if not already restless and stirring.
Dreamy mists fold and coalesce before parting to reveal a strange scene. Overheard arcs a grand, vaulting ceiling which cascades down into pillars and vacant halls comprised of rectangular, iridescent bismuth as green and misty as jade; no doors, no windows, no furniture, no one. The alien architecture ripples as though it were melting yet it stands magnificent and tall.
Centered in this palace lays some legged serpent, a pitiful and meek thing, coiled with its eyes closed. It shifts in its sleep as what cradles it struggles to come into focus. A bizarre, dark mass coddles the little thing, something like a nest of worms undulating and slick yet it is veiled with an obscuring blur, shimmering and speckled like a dirty reflection.
The edges of the visual flicker and cloud as the scene shifts to the worm-thing’s view over the resting runt, gaze transfixed on its dull, raised scales, its long, coiled body, its sad little legs, its strange snout. A stray, segmented tentacle strokes the babe’s tiny forehead, a peace to its lulling.
The stillness breaks like glass as a hulking shadow stretches out towards the blurry entity from ahead; it looks up and the shadow twinkles like a night sky and from where the vision began looms a ghastly, beastly brute. Beneath its pale fur it abounds with thick, rippling muscles but its eyes demand attention first.
The towering creature is topped by a slack-jawed head of a boar with great, protruding ivory tusks. Worst are its eyes, dull and glazed yet fractals of starlight spill from their infinitesimal pupils and tear through the palace, waves of black starfields cutting against the emerald structure. It steps closer. Terror wells in your stomach.
The serpent falls out of view, dropped as the dark mass writhes and recoils at the creature’s approach. The vision fixates on the boar’s foul, muscular face and wrinkled skin, eyes piercing and annihilating. Abject horror steals your breath and agonizing panic numbs your thoughts as the worm-thing, your perspective, violently draws backwards.
The jade palace is cast away and fades as the tentacled entity flies backwards with smooth yet gut wrenching force and the image of the beast is quickly lost but its milky starlight stare lingers, embedded in your mind. It still sees you, into you, through you. Dread sinks in as the dreamy mists slide in and envelop your vision, cast out into a starry abyss.
You cannot forget its gaze, penetrated by its dead starlight eyes.