I sit here alone in this desolate wasteland.
All around me is gray.
The air is thick like a summer evening storm.
The sky begins to open.
My dress sticks to my body like glue.
I wish I could be seen as I truly am: a creature of darkness and night.
A horse gallops closer and closer to me
(am I finally reentering reality?).
Her mane, black as blood, bellows in the wind.
I am being run down, possibly to death, and I don't even care.
(I am only the last of my kind).
All I know is a soft, piercing silver light embracing me, welcoming me.
I am home.