The clearing is awash in darkness, in stillness. Stillness broken neither by footstep nor voice.
As if to spite the dark, an angel appears.
Her head is wreathed in a dancing flame, and her face is a glimpse of the divine.
I rush from my hiding place, but try as I might, she remains one step out of reach.
She is not of my world. She is a world away.
Eventually, I must return to my mundane surroundings, but I am left with a chill. A chill in my body, in my bones, in my soul.
I feel as though I have witnessed something not meant for mortal eyes. I fear I may never be the same.
You are my Inner Fire and my Hymn of Hope.
I love you, Shawna!