Pris was walking down a long corridor, which seemed to be carved from stone. Along the walls were pictures of beings Pris had never seen before in all her years as an archeologist. Great monstrosities, which boggled the mind, defied dimension and logic, embracing the universe in unimaginable darkness.

One caught her eye, and she moved to it, to get a closer look. It was the same as the effigy.

She touched it, and a icy chill moved down her hand, into the very core of her being, causing her to step back quickly and hug herself.

Once again, it came, that incomprehensible whispering she had heard before. It surrounded her, and seemed to rush by, like a cold wind.

There was, she now noticed, a light far at the end of the tunnel. She stared at it and realized it was actually moving towards her, rushing on a wind to engulf her...

Pris was standing in a white room, without dimensions, or at least that she could see. It was completely empty, and yet she felt there was something here, something watching her, waiting for something. It was highly unnerving.

There was, she suddenly noticed, a slight whistling, coming from...well she couldn't tell, but it was getting louder. It quickly became a howling, like the wind outside, and soon it crescendoed into a roaring and didn't stop getting louder and louder.

Pris covered her hands over her ears to keep the noise out, but it just kept coming until she thought her brain would just stop from sensory overload. She crouched down and curled herself into a ball. She screamed hoping to drown it out of her head.

And then, it stopped.

Slowly, she uncurled herself and stood up, shaking slightly. The room was unchanged, still white, dimensionless, only now it was foreboding and frightening. She hugged herself and looked around, listening for any sound.

There was a sound behind her, rather like a sigh, she felt the breath on the back of her neck.

She spun around and saw it....and the things it had to show her....