She ran through disjointed fields unable to comprehend reality. Time warped around her, through her. Hurtling her through unknown conjunction. All she knew was that she had to move forword, continue running. Something called and beckoned whilst spurring her, so she ran through the field. The world blackened as thunder tour the world asunder. Falling to her knees with it. She continued to fall, tumbling and flipping through the void. Everything pauses abruptly as she clambers to her feet, stepping into battle. Metal clashed as blood quenched the earth. Thunders shuddering boom shatters the heavens calling forth damnation. She runs once more through the field, through the spectral warriors. Slowing to a jog to solemn silence of the grave. Tombs raise from the ground surrounding her, wilted flowers lie upon the tilled earth. She stops at a friend's bed side, murmuring apologies to their last breadth. She continued on running in the field, never to stop, trapped in time.
