I felt it. A cold rage, traveling up my hooves, through my legs, welling up deep in my core. I was washed away in this dark sea. It was not of my own making, but I could not help but add myself to it, become part of it, and it becomes me. In that dark place, in that dark moment, I could feel it. The pain of the land, it's injury through time, festering and raw. I am its instrument. I channel this pain. It forms in my hands, coursing with my sympathy and sorrow. Released on it's way, I cry. I heal the world, a little at a time - a little at a time.