you're walking out in the woods, the rain is cold and you're shivering, the moon is red and full...with drifting gray clouds allowing it to peek out. You walk over a swell in the road and a dark figure is standing in the middle of the road...you can tell they are looking at you, you can feel their eyes penetrating your wet clothing, yet see nothing but their cloak swirling in the damp breeze, tinted with the scent of dead leaves...the figure approaches you seeming not to touch ground, you feel a stirring in your loins....