The transition is dizzying, suddenly torn away from whatever dream was about to reel him in, plucked out of that corner of consciousness and dropped into a closed corner, where there's nowhere for him to run, nowhere to go. He can barely make out the creature sinking down over him before the lid closes, plunging him into darkness, but he doesn't need a good look to know what it is. He remembers it well enough, and from this vantage point, too. Fanfuckingtastic.

What did Daine say about these things - they are the Rift?

This one could barely keep itself from killing him when they last crossed paths, and now it's gotten its wish and kept him as a prize, or at least that's how he pieces it together, mind racing feverishly to conclusions as he scrambles back, trying to keep out of its reach, an impossible effort in this enclosure, and an impossible habit to break.