As far as he could see there were distant stars and faint blue and purple clouds in a dark sky that looked like twilight. 

Everything was spinning slowly around him. After some time, on one 'side' of this universe, an erratic stream of flickering images began to appear – like a glitchy bird's eye view of familiar Terros landscapes. 

It was impossible for Enrique to look away, or to gaze back toward the void that engulfed him; he also perceived a light blue halo over everything he could see. All of a sudden, the aerial view began to zoom in and focus on a single building; its walls gave way, becoming transparent – allowing him to see what was happening inside.

Enrique always saw the same person, wearing a long, hooded cloak – cream colored with golden and silver details along the edges – which always obscured his face. The hooded figure hurled golden rays at a large, dark silhouette that slunk through the darkness of the night. 

Though Enrique was nearly fifty feet away, he could still make out the long extremities of the hooded figure's adversary. 

The beast flailed its limbs in a flurry of self-defense, now sending these tentacles out to grasp at its opponent. But it was to no avail, for the hooded figure always emerged victorious. The shadow fiend was vanquished by the latter's rays; only wisps of smoke remained where it once lurked. 

The dream usually ended with the hooded figure standing over a corpse or unidentifiable shape lying in a pool of blood. The figure would then kneel for a few moments, or simply remain still standing. Afterward, Enrique's vision would turn to black, and he would wake to find himself back in his room. 

Every time he witnessed the hooded figure react in this way, he would wake to discover that another murder had occurred.