Deep in the whorls of time and space, upon the onyx throne of the Nexus sat a brooding form. Streaming, violet energies roiled around the eye sockets and slowly drifted away as the figure shifted ever so slightly, his attention upon a sleek, tubular form racing along a cushion of electromagnetic energy. A slender, skeletal finger traced the route of the mag-lev train, a voice carried from the depths of the gloom surrounding the throne.

	“What shall you do Dreamer?”

	“I will do what I must. An entity exists that is unique in the eternal dreaming. Before us is a being that is sentient and yet without the physical components to possess even a rudimentary intelligence.”

	Silence lingered in the dark, after aeons of contemplation the Dreamer stood, satisfied that this being, this creature warranted a closer examination. Drawing forth the dark of the galdhr, a whispered utterance lost to eternity and a gentle caress of a rather plain amulet around his neck completed the action. Deep in the shifting chaotic dream stuff of galdhr and seidhr a form takes shape, moving with deliberate steps towards the one who summoned it. From the eternal gloom, a skeletal horse clopped forward, amethyst flames wreathing the hooves, as a violet glow emanated from the hollow eye sockets. 

	Mounting the great charger, the Dreamer pulled his hooded cloak closer to his form, and then with a gentle nudge the horse stepped towards a mass of dark foamy energy. Skallagrim the Dreamer, Cughtagh of the Dreaming Queen and protector of the Nexus of Worlds stepped onto a twisting path of nightmares and dreams. 

	Through births and deaths of stars, passing along the entirety of a planets life forms, a moment in time, glimpsed and gone as dust in the winds. The Dreamer continued to ride, through space, through time along foamy darkness that gave rise to horrific entities of nightmares, birthed in the fevered sleep of the Eternal Dreamers. 

	Horse and rider felt the coalescing reality of the entity, felt the firmness of the world that the being roamed in. Primitiveness, anarchy of thoughts and dreams gripped the world. The very taste of the dreams and hopes of the population filled the Dreamer with a longing, a desire for a time less violent. But it was a fleeing emotion, for he was Skallagrim, the Cughtagh the Walker between Worlds and he had found a new experience that he would savor and then record and share with those who slumbered.
 
	Nanoseconds ticked by until the hooves of the great charger merged with the reality of the train known as the Infinity Express. The sudden roar of the train as it sluiced through the cold air and dense fog that swarmed the long, cylindrical form. The dark foam of the galdhr erupted with a loud explosive pop then they appeared just above the train and to the left the great charger ran along the swirling darkness as the rider savored the moments of air rushing along his form. The dark cape billowed under the whipping winds, the rider hunched forward urging the great charger to even greater speeds, racing alongside of the train until it reached the bullet-formed nose. 

	The grinning deaths head, spirals of amethyst energy raced behind it as the horse galloped with such force that it caused the very air to be torn asunder and the resultant thunderclaps echoed for long minutes causing those who heard it to shudder and pray to what gods they believed in for protection. 

	As the great horse moved along the bullet nose, the figure pulled the horse closer to the metal skin of the train. Where a gloved hand reached out and for the briefest of time touched the metal before the hand passed through and into the driver’s cabin. The man stared with abject horror as the skeletal being stepped through the wall of the train and into his cockpit. 
 
	“Please…please don’t hurt me.”

	“I have no wish to harm you human, I am here to experience something else, something far beyond your conceptions and imaginings.” 

Looking down at the driver’s hand as it hovered near the braking throttle, “You will not need that.” Then with a wave the driver was gone, back in his bed, tossing and turn so violently that it caused his wife to fear for him. 

	Tapping the amulet once again the skeletal being whispered, “I do not require you my friend…slumber well.” Outside the great horse snorted, and then slowly faded into nothingness. 

Turning towards the door Skallagrim paused as his hand reached for the latch; there was another stirring of the fabric of reality, another entity was coming. Focusing his energies, he sought out the traces of power to find and classify it.