And so it has come to this, you in a raincoat on a starless, tempestuous night standing on a high hill overlooking the beach and the village. There are always lights on in the village at night. But now the village is dark. In the evenings, there is always music and laughter echoing from the sacred halls even in the rain. This night, however, there is silence. You descend the hill. Is it just you or is there a charge in the air?

You wander the cold, dark streets of the abandoned village shivering at the emptiness of it all. What would make them leave this place so suddenly? You pass through the village and stand on the rocky shore just outside. But there shouldn't be any rocks on this part of the beach. Perhaps the villagers left some clues in their haste to leave. You reach into your pocket for a light when a blue glow begins to illuminate the space around you. In the dim luminance you see an oddly patterned network of inky, wet stones. "Thanks, I––", your throat shuts as you struggle to comprehend the sight before you. The glow continues to expand, its center obscured by a shadowy abyss. Your imagination and reason flee from each other, but shock and understanding rein them in. An enormous, glowing eye with a slit two or three stories tall has opened up in front of you. In the light of the eye you recognize the wet scales you stand on, and in the depths of the abyssal slit, you know you are being watched.