I am in a snow covered field. A paler version of me with long black hair is searching in the snow for something. A man about a foot taller than me creeps up and kisses me. I am dressed in a flowing mauve dress with a velvet fur trimmed cloak. My mystery man is dressed similarly, though all in black. I catch a glimpse of my eyes, they are black and it looks like snowflakes are falling in them.
Notes: I do not know the man, though in the meditation he is obviously familiar enough with me to be kissing me. I can't see what it is I'm searching in the snow for.
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