You ingresses 'pon a large beach. The huge expanse o' liquid 'fore you glows an eerie red, tis the color o' the setting sun. Indeed, the crimson waters is what gave the beach its name. Your cobalts tatoo the sandy carpet, as a salty breeze tosses your locks. So peaceful, so serene. Suddenly an ear-splitting whinny shatters the silence. A rouge form stands atop the highest dune. Tis Queen Insomnia, and you have stumbled 'pon 'er realm. Beware.
