As I travelled the Dark rose up before me. A Dragon, a bird or both. Its wings spread to cover my path and all my sight. And it had sight too, cruel piercing eyes that can see Souls and eat them if desired. I stood small in front of it and marvelled at the beauty of the wings, the patterns, their movements and their power. The Dark settled before me and when I looked once more I could see the eyes had changed. No longer cruel they looked into me and puzzled over what they found.And then the Dark became less dark, as mist it rose, grey it became, then shreds it was before the rising sun.
I blinked and considered the loss of the Dark and what I had found within it.