There was once a young lady who thought it would be fun if she were to take a trip into otherworld. She begged her father, and after many days he finally taught her the art of moving otherways. The girl, overjoyed, stepped otherwise to explore the wonders of otherworld. Many wonderful things encountered her on the other side, and in the course of meeting them she forgot about hereworld. One night after a grand round of dancing she grew tired and started to walk from the circle she had been in, walk to were she could find some peace and quite. She walked, and walked, and walked until she could walk no longer. A grand tree rose on the horizon until finally she reached it, exhausted, and slept under it's branches. She dreamed, and dreamed, and dreamed of hereland, and she became wracked with fear as she realized that she never learned how to step herewards. This fear grew up inside of her as a spider egg grows heavy with it's brood, until she awoke and out from her eyes sprang ten thousand deformed nightmara's, who swarmed over the young lady's body and bound her to the tree with their fiercely tangled hair. The leader of the nightmara's drew out a long spear from her heart, until its entire length was removed and she could feel no hopelessness. Then, with all of the little imp's strength it drove this shaft into her soul.