In a land far removed from this one, there was
once a demon named Rossarian, who stalked
dreamers, to steal, to shape, and to watch
their visions. Millennia passed while he played
with the stuff of dreams, until something happened. One instant
he watched the inner minds of the sleeping, the next he
summoned his magic and formed a rift between worlds, vanishing
into it.

This was long, long, ago. But now he has appeared again, in these
very realms. Those who have read the ancient grimoires where his
name is written, say he is changed. No longer does he steal dreams
to shape as he will, no more does he haunt the night.

Now, they say, he walks under the sun, eyes locked on the
waking..