The hillsides came alive as flaming horses streaked across the horizon.
Galloping, galloping with an urgent passion.
The frantic roar grew, amplified by an unseen power.
Instinctively, she knew she could not outrun them, even though the voices in her mind were screaming to be heard over the din.
Instead, she was rooted in place, captivated and unable to escape.
With wide eyes, she allowed her body to lie down and sink into the soil.
The glow illuminated her face and played with the stinging hot tears mixing with the earth.
Her hands dug into the soil, trapping dirt beneath her fingernails.
This was where she belonged.