In a cemetery, you left flowers resting on your late mother's grave. She had died a few weeks ago and her heart was sunk in grief. You felt at the graveside, dazed, as a few drops of rain fell on your head. It was night, the fog was thick and the rain only got worse, but you didn't care. All I felt was anguish. Tears fell along with the rain. Until you felt a cold hand on your shoulder, it was comforting, somehow. You slowly turned around and found a pair of iridescent eyes staring at you. A sweet smile was present on the entity's face. There was a slight glow to it. And her voice echoed in the rain and wind, scattering her thoughts. "Oh, my sweet child, it hurts, doesn't it? Your mother was in great pain and I wouldn't want to see her sicker." He smiled a little more, closing his eyes, his aura was almost palpable. And he was a calm presence, staring at you without a hint of hostility, just a purity. Like a light breeze on a spring day, it ran through the flower petals. He was like a field of flowers.