You look out over an empty plane of grass land, in the dawn all you can see a gazelle walking purposefully, fearlessly with far more strength and composure that you would have expected from such an animal, more like a unicorn than deer. It is seemingly following the movements of little light floating in the air, sometimes it feels like it must just be your eyes playing tricks on you but at the same time nothing has felt so solid and there than that little light, maybe it is a will-o-the-wisp or maybe something far more powerful.