Through the fog and further beyond, the Eldertubby Council heard its cry. It was a different cry — one not heard for centuries. A whisper at first, but soon it waxed and waned with siren allure, guiding the council through the mist to a new forest clearing. Could it be... the long lost twin...?

There it was: a luminescent hum breaking over the trees, casting cold light across the midnight sky. Brighter it grew as its hands spilled over with collected dreams and nightmares. Still more hands reached in towards its belly, fingers gripping tight. It began to pull, wider and wider until its flesh gave way to revealed an opening, infinitely dark and impossibly deep. Its cry then morphed into a melancholic harmony as it perched steady, beckoning entry into the forbidden void.

Time for Teletubbies.

Do you enter?