I once saw a magnificent Hall. Standing alone amid a darkened snowfield. It was filled with the laughter of the merry. Torches all alight; the inside illuminated. The sound of raucous revelry; cut through the cold gloom; that seemingly gripped this surreal plane.

I turned my head to the star riddle heavens, to relish, take in the chilled air. I heard hoofbeats approaching, but they sounded as if the beast were galloping on feathers, light and soft. Intrigued I lift the furs and heavy woolen skirt that hung about my waist and went to meet the sound.

A horse, grey as smoke stood before me. Its rider mounted atop the beast was no mere mortal. I felt an ethereal energy emanating from Him. It was something that inspires, and commands. Inspiring a warrior to fight on or perhaps a scholar to keep learning.

I had no fear of Him, and He gave me no such reason to. I could only gaze upon Him in awe. His face was obscured by both hood and shadow. But His eye! His single but bright, determined eye bore straight through me. As if He were looking inside, as if He could see me for all that I was.

He spoke, He tells me that He is leaving on a journey. That this journey would be beneficial to not only to Him, but me and all beings as well. I was sorrowful that He must depart, His reassurances push all my anxious thoughts away, but they could not quell my lamenting heart. I watched as that hooded man rode away, carrying my heart with Him.