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Uksakka animated Uksakka

I was walking through the dark winter woods. The ground was buried deep beneath the snow, and the sun hadn’t peeked over the horizon in weeks. If it hadn't been for the singing light casting its pale green reflection on the snow, I’d be blind. They say that the veil between worlds wears thin during skábma, the polar night, the darkness that lasts for months in the north. I believed it, but it never stopped me from straying to the woods. By my side was my dog; a massive, dark and surprisingly fast creature. He was bred for dog fights, but rescued as a pup. I thought of him as my uncle, if an uncle could ever be as innocent and kind as a dog.

We walked past the marshes, past the hill, through the electric fence and to the foot of the mountain range before turning back. The singing light danced above our heads, and the further we walked, the dizzier I got. It had a voice as well - a voice like wind howling, frozen lakes moving, fire crackling and strange birds screeching. I kept walking, but the sounds from the light creeped its way inside of me, shaking at my very core. I pushed on, but felt as if my being was slowly pulled away from my body; the forest seemed warped and distorted, my legs foreign and time slowed down. We were almost out of the woods when I collapsed in the snow. I rolled over onto my back, and suddenly the dancing, green light was all I could see.

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