You were there, in the mist.
As the many mornings in the old days, white shirt on your body, carrying with you, the crisp air, and the mysterious fog.
You were there, in the mist. Sure as the Sun. Holy as the stars. Nothing will stop you, ever, to move closer to me.
And then you were standing here, before me. Suddenly the Sunlight came out, falling on you.
There was light. Coming from you.
Winter's Furnace 