A woman lies in a stone room open to the midnight air, the light of the triple moons shine down on her body, covered grotesquely with reddish-orange blood, in unison--and you know that whoever she is, she is not of a familiar race.
Then the memory fades. What happened? Who is she? Where is this strange place. Concentrating further trying to hold on to the illusion, the picture is blurry...ever so congealed with the blackness of emptiness you have come to see as the void. You are struggling to gain more energy to grasp the fading memory.
Do you: