Molten red & gold lined the distant horizon as night just began to turn to day. It was almost time for a certain upper-limbless enderman from the forever distant End to wake at the outskirts of a great forest. He rested on a bed underneath a pile of leaves, which provided both comfort and camouflage. Mainly just camouflage, though. He occasionally twitched and turned in his sleep, caught up in some kind of weird dream as a heightful, dark figure with red spikes sprouting from his shoulders, a warped face, long, dagger-like claws, a cracked-open glowing chest and and a near-unquenchable hunger noticed snoring beneath the leaf pile he was passi