Suddenly, there was the brightest of lights, blinding, really, but I was able to look into it and ahead I saw movement. Whatever it was moved forward with a fluid motion, so, I followed, being curious. Then, there was music, singing, very faint and childlike. I continued to walk, but there seemed no motion or movement in my legs, I flowed, as though I were riding on the water of a stream. I looked down, but saw nothing other than the light. That was when I began to panic. The singing stopped and the sweetest of voices said, "Do not be afraid. Follow me." I then saw the figure again, blurred and moving away from me. I could see delicate wings, translucent and firm. The light was growing dim, more gray, not much different than the clouds of an afternoon storm, but the quiet was absolute.