“<The tendril writhes and pulsates in your hand as your mind is assailed by all manner of vicious thoughts.
One vision in particular surfaces in your mind again and again.
In your mind's eye, you picture a many-eyed goat laying in a pool of black water. As you approach, its eyes burst open, and in an instant you find yourself looking upward at the goat from deep within the puddle.
As you sink into the icy darkness, everything goes black.
You pocket the mass and shake the thoughts from your head.”
