"A sudden gust of wind made Dipper look up, whimpering as he realised the creature was looming over him, the once empty eyesockets of the skull like head now filled with a glowing, almost white mass, antlers spilling more of the goo left and right from Dipper as it lowered his head.
He didn't notice that he was tilting his own head back some more, unconsciously exposing his throat, or that his fringe fell back, revealing his birthmark of the big dipper.
If Dipper would've had any room to think, to notice anything beyond the pain of his hands, arms and thighs, he'd have noticed how the invasive thoughts stopped for a moment, turned gentle, feathery and soft, but all he noticed was the creatures skeletal snout touching his forehead. More of it's liquid ran down his face, though this time cool, without burning him, numbing the pain, clearing his head.
Within a moment all fear was gone, and Dipper felt himself sag in relief, not noticing as the liquid ran into his eyes and dripped into his mouth, covered the open flesh of his hands and legs that the jar's content had left, the same jar that was now lying on the forest floor forgotten, as the creature formed new thoughts in Dippers mind, light and clear, mourning for it's brethren of the stars, trapped and bound in this place, more so than itself had ever been, images flashing of a different place that Dipper had never seen but which seemed achingly familiar, and couldn't recall the moment they left, leaving his thoughts reeling and head spinning, and after another moment, everything turned dark."