It was like a fever dream. Sight was blurry, clothing felt as light as the air, it smelt like warm spring. It was a cloudy noon. You had just woke up to a bed of flowers and grasses.

lying down looking at the sky, just to see a dark fog haunting over you. You sit up.

You see a large figure able to tower over you. Flowers dying and reviving beneath it. Terrifyingly graceful. The being kneels, and speaks so Gently not even the crows stray away

“The darker the night, the brighter the stars”