Naeliim traveled as guide to a pilgrim from one of the aft hold fiefs. The first steps of their travels were of little concern and have passed from my mind, as much has. My memory starts with fire and darkness, where normally there is nothing. A great darkness that I can not penetrate is held in the center of my perception. This is different from the black horizons all around, they are dotted with figures and forms. This central blackness holds those lost and seemingly returned later. But for a moment all awoke and blazed agape with light.
Here I beheld Naeliim and flame. Others were seen in their wanderings but only Naeliim and another wrapped my attention. Fire by which first I saw clasp about the guide but quickly failed away to black. I figured the dark again held sway but I continued to see. Some light filtered in from behind. I first thought it light like any other but it was not right. Its seemed brown and gold, perhaps ocher ; and sticky. From the distance it conformed to optics' steadfast rules. Though in seeing directly it held itself flat as if a plane or region mathematical. It was horrible though only Naeliim seemed to see and recoil at the approach.