*Erik*
Drip.
Drip.
It’s dark and cold. I’m alone, or I believe I am. It’s so dark that someone could be next to me, and I would never know.
Drip.
Drip.
Off in the distance, a bright light erupts, and fire comes from what seems to be the ground. It illuminates what’s around it—ice, dripping as it melts from its proximity to the fire. As quickly as it arrived, it returned to the ground, engulfing me again in darkness.
Drip.
Drip.
Slowly, a lit image comes toward me from the distance. It is illuminated in bright blue- three lines vertical, with three lines diagonally and three more diagonals in the opposite direction. It looks like a web- the web of Urd.
The image stops before me, the blue shining brightly, but it does not illuminate the space around me. It is pure darkness
