C16 Umi

I wake on a slab of gray. A field of stone. The sky above me is blue and clear, but at the edge of the horizon fierce winds blow and lightning thunders in dark clouds. I am in the eye of the storm, on an island of peace within a sea of chaos.

I pull myself up until I am standing. My feet are bare. My blue robes have been replaced by a white dress drifting in the cold wind