I saw him again today. I've kept hearing him for what seems like ages, but I still haven't heard his name. It was so close but it wasn't clear enough to understand. He took me deep into my soul this time. It's like a library, but its outside and the shelves are built into the side of a hill. The shelves are almost empty except for some books that I've read before. A wide river runs close to the hill, it looks like it might be fun to play in sometime. Every time I come here, jumps down from his perch on top of one of the shelves to greet me.
He doesn't really walk towards me, but rather glide. He seems so full of life but none of his movements are wasted. He's a fairly tall man, with short wavy hair and kind yet determined eyes. His voice rumbles, not like thunder, but reminds me more of the earth. It's deep, rich and rolling, like those hills I can see if I go reading on top of the library. I love how he says my name, it makes me feel at home.
He promised me that if I trust him, that he will be there to protect me. I hope someday I can.