A voice suddenly fills your head. You hear it, but you cannot see the mouth from where it stems.
Yia af an yet drie lat yia sak, kien yia tsie krosir,it says, foreign and rippling and more powerful than the ocean's tide. You cannot understand it, but you can feel it.
You feel compelled to look at the ice, and when you do, it is not your reflection that you see ... but the face of a strange wolf. The Dream Visitor. You see his reflection instead of your own in the crystalline surface, and he speaks to you again.
Ut sepal somahire yia hale ban sepafire.This time, you understand him.
It is somewhere you have been before.
His reflection fades, and in the ice you see something else. A location.
A frozen lake.
And then, suddenly, everything comes rushing back. The smells, the sounds, and the rush of the freezing water against your feet.
You are alone again.