The roiling figure of darkness stood in front of him with its demonic Satyr child. Nothing about it seemed malicious, but the mere sight of it inspired thoughts of insanity. Madness crept through Desmond's mind as his sanity slowly began to slip away into the infinite void swirling within the figure's face. With more painful stabs that drew blood, the tall skeletal tree-like figures holding Desmond in place cut open his chest. The figure proceeded to place the child within his torso, the pain eventually turning into more madness - for not even pain could wake Desmond from this nightmare.