In a space beyond space, and a time beyond time, things which are not stars fall from that which is not sky. A border is trespassed, and in the chaos which ensues, a Demon of particular character snatches a dreaming echo of a stranger.
Awareness comes to the captive suddenly. It's not clear how they got here, but they find themself in an odd sort of vestibule, wood paneled walls and a tile floor, lacking any doors or windows, but open to a brilliant starry sky overhead. There is a woman of stately poise and stout, portly stature, dressed in fine purple, deathly blue-pale and raven braids and eyes like crimson pools standing out brightly even in the night-dimness. "You," the woman states, revealing steely grey dagger-teeth behind her navy lips, "are interesting."