Somnolence dissipates into obsidian. As the blackness transforms into forms, Phantasos weaves his web of phantasms, terraforming the vistas of the dreamscape. The phenomena is as ephemeral as spectres, between things as they do not appear and the noumena that underlies them. Oh Morpheus what insights do you have for me tonight! Incarnate yourself and lead me down into the mysteries of the soul. Be my Virgil into the journey into the unconscious.