Underneath the black blanket, the great beast sleeps. Dreams of sparkling diamonds keep it in its peaceful slumber. The beast breaths in its deep breath through thousands of blow holes, letting the mist cool off in Septembers embrace. The metabolism of the great beast has slowed as wooden blood cells slowly flow along the veins of stone. Though in its peaceful slumber, a spark of anger appears. It grows and grows, until red tongues of angry devils started to lick the straw hair of the beast, consuming the life force. The great beast stirs and awakens from its dream and screams as it faces a nightmare.