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Night is slowly claiming the horizon when she sees the statue, made of golden straw and burning away the darkness. It rules over the surrounding fields, the tallest thing around for quite some distance. It's as good a shelter as any.
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She is amongst endless golden fields and boundless blue sky, the furry stalks of wheat tickling her skin. A woman stands before her, familiar in the way of a half-remembered dream that fades like morning dew but permeates everything afterwards like sea salt stains ocean air. The woman gazes at her sorrowfully and reaches out a hand. Black smoke billows from the woman's mouth, chocking the air and the golden wheat fields are consumed by pillars of flame that brush the now ash tinted sky.
When she wakes, the sun is slowly bleeding through the clouds, painting the sky a brilliant orange. The statue has turned to look at her.