Sera knew she was dreaming.
The knowledge that she was only trapped inside of her own head came without panic or confusion, settling into her awareness as easily as breath.
Dreams, for her, had always carried a certain clarity once they crossed a threshold, and there was a certain sense of relief in them as well. As long as she knew she was dreaming, she could always change it, manipulate it if needed.
She was safe, even if she didn't know where she was.
Looking around, she took stock of where she was.
She stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast, light-blue ocean that stretched endlessly toward the horizon. Waves broke far below in a slow, patient rhythm that seemed to soothe her very soul, and the sound of gulls crying overhead made her smile. Their calls, sharp and alive against the open sky, seemed to remind her that no matter what, she was free.
