The bottle of ale lay flat against the table. Drake Foxx's mind swirled... He entered the empty estate. There was a quietness about the room. He’d did just as he’d been instructed. In the bedroom. A mirror. He looked at his own reflection and was overcome with a feeling of self awareness. In the mirror he saw happiness. He saw horror. His own lust for greed became apparent to him. In an instant he found himself in a land unknown to him. His darkest dreams became true. He was surrounded by his every wish. He explored further to find only more indulgence. Yet, there was an air of death about the place, the underlying tones of rotting flesh polluted the atmosphere. Still, he ventured further only to find the himself in the stillness of cold. The cavern he’d entered was calm and quiet. The only light in the room came from a glowing sphere. He approached with apprehension but could not overcome the desire to touch it. He lay his hands upon it’s smoothness, its perfection. His hands felt absent..almost claimed.