She stepped into what felt like mediaeval times. Her spear stood ready in the foreground of her imagination.
Poised. Strong, yet Lyrical.
Punctuating the sky and blending with the trees, she became a silhouette of singularity.
Laser sharp focus burned a hole into the atmosphere. She successfully forged through the layers of mutiny and found a glimmering, fast beating heart.
To sleep for 3,000 years.
Penetrating the harsh realities of an extraterrestrial land she came cloaked in obscurity.
To find the threads to weave a new way. Away from the waves of yesterdays and to ride the wind back home.