An old Turtle stood meditating with one foot atop the top of the Dream Temple, his mind in sync with his body, and the rest of the universe. He could feel the earth's ambiance, its seasons, its activities and all the beings living on it. Nothing escaped him, except perfection itself. A blizzard howled around him, but not a snowflake touched him. Suddenly, something felt wrong. Sacious opened his weary eyes; it had been months since he had last opened them. And as he started to lose touch with the universe, he could start to feel the cold at the ends of his skin. The old Turtle frowned, never had he been disturbed in his meditation. Sacious closed his eyes to seek out what had troubled him; he found only empty thoughts and memories. But something was there; and he could feel it. He dug deeper into his mind, sifting through memories and emotions. And after three months of meditating on this, he could feel a slight spot at the edge of the universe… and it didn't feel right. It was so fragile that it seemed if he were to follow it, it would vanish. Sacious pursued it with vigor and determination; he would know what it was. No matter how long it took him, he would know what disturbance in the universe was. Sacious could feel the entire universe and all its might, and to the East was the disturbance. He reached towards it, and it felt….Evil. Suddenly, Sacious felt another creature that was equal or greater to him was attacking his very mind through the fabrics of the universe. Sacious was suddenly thrown off the top of the temple, with his concentration broken; he felt the full force of the blizzard. Sacious opened his eyes; he could still feel evil's entity echoing through his mind. His instant encounter with the it paralyzed him in fear, and he couldn't think, he couldn't move, all that he felt was horror. His bones reminisced with it; his skin crawled with it, his mind blown because of it, his very soul defeated. As he fell he could see the world as IT imagined the world; the sky was on fire, the earth cracked, lava flowed out of the mountains, and everything was dead. Sacious stopped moving, he feel see the temples cobblestones pressing up against his cheek. That was the last that Sacious remembered.