Deep within the darkest cave inside the blackest mountain of the most remote of planets, a creature of night and shadow awoke from her years of slumber. Elegant and terrifying, her wispy figure stretched out like a waking spider, and huge black eyes methodically assessed all around her.
"Yes, it's been a while," she spoke tenderly to the silence around her, her voice unnaturally low yet beautiful and hypnotising. "We have a lot of work to do, Old Friend. They have arrived." As she spoke, her near-skeletal arms and legs stretched further and she began to creep around the cavern inspecting what had changed with her effects; seemingly, nothing. Holding a glass ball up to her face, she peered towards a wisp of black smoke that seemed to manifest within it before placing it back down upon the altar on which it stood. The altar was littered with all manner of books, trinkets and terrible things; half-written instructions of witchcraft and golden rarities, ancient tomes from antiquity and unnatural, blackened bones from an even older age.
"Fear not," she said again to the voice in her head. "I will never leave you, either. But together we must find the Ipissimus."