I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest of children flying from his path of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air stepping lightly even in death and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness and he is waiting. I dream in black and white and I dream of him. I dream of Caleb who does not exist and I am afraid.