I am alone in the meadow, the tall grass swaying in a breeze I cannot feel. The sun is shining brightly, and the sky is blue. I don't know where I am, or why I'm here, or how I got here. It's a dream, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.
I step forward through the grass. The field is empty, and the sun is so bright it's blinding.
There's something in front of me. Someone. Someone is in front of me.
I can't make them out. They're too bright, too shiny, to look at.
They're like a star in the daylight.
It hurts to look at them, but I can't look away. They're just too bright.
I take a step toward them, and then the meadow vanishes.
No.
It's as if I stepped through a door.
A stone hallway.
A stone floor.
It's cool beneath my bare feet. It's smooth and hard, but not slippery or wet. It's solid beneath my feet.
