Everything is black. I can't see a thing. But...it doesn't seem real. Like it's a dream. A strange dream. Or perhaps a vision. But it was as dark as inside Crom's cave.
Suddenly, I see a light in the darkness. It was small, no more than a pinprick. It was far away, but I needed it.
I needed the light, I can not survive without it, for it healed me and it was my element.
I started to run towards the light at my top speed. But somehow, it didn't draw closer. Soon though, I was getting closer and closer. I felt like I could never become tired chasing the light. Like the spirits were making me faster.
I stopped in front of it. It was a door. A golden door shining forth light. It had words inscribed on it. Old words, looked like they were written hundreds of years before. They were in Gaelic.
Somehow, I could read it, though I never knew how to read anything to begin with.
Déanfar aon duine a osclaíonn an doras seo a mhaolú go