A yellow city with black spires and black stars quivers as I cross a shimmering lake. Twin suns merge, and a commanding voice shatters my eardrums.

“Thank you, painter.”

I awaken. Half of the city I painted escaped its canvas.

My roof vanishes. Screams wobble my vision. Explosions. Gore. Blood paints my cheek.

What have I done?

My bones stiffen.

Not fair! I didn’t mean to release this evil. It isn’t my fault. I need to find someone who can clean up this mess. I shouldn’t have to. I didn’t mean for this to happen.

I break free of my ruined house, and a man in yellow robes halts my progress.

“The Organist requires your presence,” He says.

I react to his knife by casting Shield of Faith. The radiant energy strengthened by the Yellow City. We lunge back and forth. My adrenaline breaks through, and my flail cracks the cultist’s skull open with one lash.

A hulking beast manifests behind me. Many mouths gibber in a language I only comprehend in my dreams. With no hope of facing the beast, I abandon my town.

My first strides get me a head start on the creature, but a burning tree collapses onto my path. I struggle to climb over the burning brush and trip. The creature allows no recovery and tramples me into oblivion.