I walked in the dense forest, emerald leaves blotted out the sky and the trees formed palpable barrier to either side of the path. Singing filled my mind, but not of mere sound. The song was that of raw emotion, visceral emotion poured directly into the mind. I walked towards the singing, that unknowable tune pushing further down the trail.

     The feelings intensify as I progress, wave after wave crashing against my psyche, flooding it, molding it, filling it, driving me on. I enter a clearing, the forest widens into a meadow, though still eclipsed by the ever present canopy. From the great boughs of the trees it dropped, landing gently and silently unto the grasses before me.

     I had made contact with something beyond me.

     As it alighted, it drew itself up to it's full splendor, resembling a great viper it towered over me. It had four thin arms, each sporting two clawed fingers and a thumb. Its body was immense and sinuous perched upon two great digitigrade legs, with it's vast tail uncoiling behind it. Wings not unlike the ancient pterosaurs unwound from its back, spreading to eclipse even that dark canopy that had blotted out the sun.

     We locked eyes, those great vertical pupils connecting with mine. I was a drop in a vast lake, a trickle to its river, a fly alighting on a dragon. He was great, beautiful and terrible. But as we locked eyes, he sat, curling that great tail about his folded legs. Taking up a stance not unlike that of meditation, his arms taking postures and signs of thought. I sat across from him, and it struck me. He was the singer of that unknowable song.

     So He sang, and so I listened, until the tides of the great being bore me back unto the waking world. My mind forever altered, with the touch of a great one left upon my ego. 

     Thank you father Yig, blessed be you and your children.