That night, as Jennifer lay staring at the ceiling, her mind raced with questions about the strange craft. What world had it come from? Who or what had piloted it across the stars to this lonely field?
She tossed and turned, glimpsing flickers of the vessel's enigmatic lights behind her eyelids each time she drifted off. Vivid dreams ensued of soaring above alien landscapes beneath swirling nebulae.
Jennifer rose before dawn, the afterimages of her visions still haunting her waking thoughts. After finishing her morning tasks, she packed a satchel with water, biscuits and her journal - an impulse telling her this may be no ordinary expedition.
As she pedaled across the vast prairie under a rose-tinted sky, Jennifer began to feel a strange sense of calm wash over her. An intuitive connection to her discovery reached beyond mere scientific curiosity.
Reaching the tall grass, she secured her bike and crept forward on light feet. Slowly circling the ovoid craft once more, Jennifer scanned its panels under the rising sun, hoping new details might emerge.
But the alien inscriptions remained as illegible as ever. Driven by a force she did not fully understand, Jennifer reached out and laid her palm upon the smooth metal. A jolt passed through her at the contact.
Suddenly, one of the oblong viewports illuminated from within. Shapes shifted within the backlit glass - geometrical patterns that seemed to respond in time to her racing pulse and quickening breath.
Heart in her throat, Jennifer pressed closer. The lights danced and changed hues, flickering faster as her excitement mounted. She had established first contact, but with what?
In that moment, all doubt fell away as she sensed a kindred spirit reaching out from beyond the stars, its message meant for her and her alone. Her journey had only just begun...