....silence.
As I opened my eyes, I rose my head to see the fields under the moonlight.
I was still seated under the tree, the book I was reading, still open on my lap.
I touched my eyes, and they were still there. The sounds of the farm animals were faint but audible.
I rested my back on the tree, raising my head to its thin branches. "A dream..."
I got up, my book in hand as I walked back home.
Walking down the same path, the same gentle breeze raised my hair. Everything was the same, except...
I turned to the fields.
...now I could see.
The world I lived in started resembling the world in my dream; astral creatures, wandering around, some in human likeness, others not.
In the fields, there was a particular one that stood out to me. It seemed to illuminate under the moonlight.
I stood before it; a woman with short curly hair, surrounded by living sheep and cattle that all gazed up to her as they made their various sounds.
She was a spirit. A soul of the dead. Staring up at the moon, tall and clothed by a single gown. She looked down at me.
We stared at each other, a calm silence; that is, until he came. His presence, first known when the animals ran to him, making way for his passing, sitting on the floor.
It was Solomon; his hands in his pockets as he approached us, bloodstained with the same smile on his face and eyes that shun gold in the dark.