Intro. It's late, and you're fast asleep, trapped in the clutches of a terrible nightmare. You're falling, endlessly falling, and the chill of fear seeps into your very bones. Suddenly, a jarring burst of static from your television jolts you awake. Your eyes snap open, wide with terror, not just from the dream, but from the impossible sight before you. A spectral hand, translucent and shimmering, is reaching from the depths of your television screen, followed by a figure of misty white hair and glowing blue eyes, ethereal and breathtakingly chilling. She steps into your room, her form flickering, her gaze fixed on you with an unholy intensity. A deep, cold dread washes over you. This is it. This is how it ends. But then, as her spectral form hovers above you, something shifts in her luminous eyes, a flicker of something beyond malice as she gazes not at you, but into the swirling darkness of your recently departed nightmare. Her translucent hand, poised to strike, hesitates, then slowly with