I was a hunter (hero?) on a quest or pilgrimage of some kind. I felt as though my entire life were culminating at this particular place and time. I think I was in some manner of temple, or some other place of ceremony.
There was chanting all around me in an unfamiliar language. I was chanting, too. (The syllables continue to echo faintly in my mind, but not with sufficient clarity for me to transpose them here.)
There was a woman there as well. Her beauty was incomparable, yet flawed, perhaps unnaturally so? She was special and revered by the crowd, but there was a doom about her. Was she to be wedded to me? Or sacrificed?
Alas, the trace is gone, and I can remember no more.
What might it mean?