In the depths of an endless void, the Beast Within stirs, its form shifting and twisting as it feeds on the fears that drift through the darkness like forgotten nightmares. Its breath is a chorus of whispers, each one a fragment of a shadowed memory, lost and seeking the warmth of light. As the Beast reaches out with tendrils of smoke and flame, the boundaries between itself and the void blur, and it becomes both the hunter and the hunted in a dance of eternal hunger.