In the desolate plains of the space between spaces, a world where space and time were non-existant, where everything that never was came to be, a solitary figure stood amongst the barren wasteland staring out into the permanently twilit horizon. It wore a black cloak that flicked slightly in the breeze, pupiless eyes staring unseeingly into the nothingness. It raised a hand into the air above it, a small symbol appearing there. It stared through it, millions of images flickering every second. It was like it was looking through something in different times, different places. It wanted something that existed everywhere but here. Finally, a grin came across its face. It wouldn't have to wait for them. Surely they wouldn't be able to resist its call for long...<br/><br/>In the dreams, the subconscious, and the small corner's of every being's mind came a faint whisper, a call, a plea. It told them to come to a place where their wildest dreams could come true. Where everything they could have ever wished for would come to life. Where the pain and loneliness of the real world, the waking dream of reality, would fade completely into the ether it was beckoning them to. It seemed so inviting...but who would accept it's call?<br/><br/>"If you wish to ascend to the true heaven...simply close your eyes and place your hand upon the ground...I will find you, and I will rescue you from your sorrows and your misfortunes...and whisk you away to a life of happiness and luxury..."