Rilliekage (ˈɹɪl.i.ˌkɑː.ɡeɪ)

"Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!" They said, in a sing-song voice, over and over again.

I danced up, down, left, then right, the shadows pairing their motions to mine, I had not seen this particular motion to shade ever before.

In the background, there was a great stag, of immense size, like a mountain-sized one, pure grass green, with jade green antlers.

Then it turned into a phoenix, no taller than a mon-keigh, of blazing golden fire.

Then it shape-danced again, and it slipped under the waves of a dream, a great undine being with wraithknight-sized tentacles all around its grandiose head. They all reverently kowtowed to it at that time, and went silent for an indeterminable amount of time.

Then they greeted me with much honor. Apparently, even to perceive this being was a sign of great spiritual fortitude, and indeed, as I looked upon their number, two had expired, a beatific smile upon their faces.

Then I saw a shining worm, as large as a craftworld, diving into the dream after the first being.

— Memories of my transformation, Silhouette of Night's Grace.