It was an endless, dark void. The world is gone. Everyone and everything is gone. There was nothing. Except me… and that damned thing, this damned thing that destroyed everything. It stood there, it’s seemingly innocent cartoonish form illuminated like a spotlight from an unknown source. It began its usual dance. “Hamood? Hamood. Hamood.” Its first words were, before beginning to dance and clap. Despite its dance being goofy, its innocent tone changed to maddening as images of its true form began replacing Hamood, flickering in my eyes before returning to normal. It quickly felt like I was on the verge of being put through of pure agony, death, and nothingness, seemingly being blowed towards this likely inevitable end like a mere leaf in the wind. The images instantly drove me to the brink of insanity, my mind about to break like cracked glass under pressure, whatever sanity, whatever rationality and clear thinking came undone and was unraveled as its form revealing was happening more frequently, it’s presence wrapping around my body, my mind, my vision and my mind filled with nothing but the image of his maddening form and only… And only… And only… And only Hamood remains.