You are in a dead run across a grassy moorland through low, grey mist, almost flying on the dank breeze. Ahead of you is a dark, black cloud of squirming and writhing whisps, looming ominously above. From behind, huge beings with single, burning eyes charge towards you, their enormous weapons held high. As you are chased into the cloud, you disconcertingly find your skin and flesh dissolving and merging with the ground below.

Of course, it's still around. And there's now this:


I've never seen it before if it's an old dream.

It's an old dream associated with a past event. Either aetherbeasts attacking or Dread Lord of Contagion.