‘Borealis'

A tower of boulders standing in the distance, obscured by the fog. Probably the remains of some ritual. It looks as though it's been perfectly set up below the hazy orange spot which was the sun. After getting closer, what looked like the top boulder was really a hare. Your sense of judgement had been clouded by the weeks you'd been surviving on just scraps of shrikes and ravens so you don't hesitate to run in pursuit. It was always just beyond reach. Under the faint sunlight, you observe that its pelt was an unnatural golden hue. Slowing down, you start to think that it was never really there. Seems as though madness has already set in. The shimmering hare turned back on itself to face you. And starting chanting. "Borealis". Repeatedly. A lioness's figure manifested from the fog. Her fur looked just like the misty lands at dawn, when the sun is at its brightest. Borealis..? As suddenly as she had appeared, her figure withered into that of a skinny, wretched hyena. “Do not be afraid.”

And that is all you remember. All that holds any meaning.