I trip over a tree root. Something is wrong. My vision is blurry, the distant lights of the village seem to flare and fade, swimming in and out of focus as I crash through the wood. As if a foul fog is rising from the curst ground, my vision fades as I near the town. I can hear the church bells greeting the new day, feel the warmth of light upon my face. And yet, the light grows dimmer as I walk.

What strange fate awaits me in this life? How shall I fight that which I can not see? I stumble on.