I see a tapestry of gravel, grass and gray.
There is a building in the background.
It is red brick and clay,
But makes me think of Egyptian pyramids,
For all that it's more trapezoidal than triangular.
And on this landscape are women.
All of them beautiful.
All of them women of power in one way or another,
Though I don't specifically know any of the ways.
And all of them dancing.
There is no music, but all of their movements are
Graceful. And joyous.
And I am among them.
My eyes meet those of a woman I have never seen before.
In truth, I have met none of these wonder women before,
But I feel as though I know them all,
Somehow.
All of them... except her.
She manages to introduce herself by
Planting the image of her name in my mind.
Veranna Xent
(Or something like that. The memory faded quickly after it was born.)
And then she smirks, and is gone.
And we - these wondrous women and I -
All dressed in neutral, flowing dresses,
With our hair tied in various forms of adornment,
Keep dancing.
