Darkness.

Out of the black, an indistinct shape slowly drifts into view, flickering like a grey flame, wavering at the boundaries of your perception. It shift, folds, and undulates as it draws nearer: a smudge, a glare, a mist, coalescing into a vaguely human figure. Two glowing eyes snap to life, white embers in the haze of this silhouette.

It steps toward you, gliding across the nothing on which you seem to stand. Its form suggests femininity, yet it is featureless. Blurred, edgeless, and difficult to focus upon. A dream's apparition.

/I am your succubus,/ the words are forced into your mind, voiceless, yet alluring. /Do you understand what that means?/