Arenaceous

The Lady wakes face to face with her dream. The hatch red sun rising and fading to a bright white with birds chirping. She sits on the side of her bed and taps the alarm off, flips the sands of time, then slides in among the arenaceous. It felt like concrete today.  Reporting from the future had taken its toll with every timeslip but she was tenacious. The contrarian was having an extra hard time today unable to tell the present world Elon Musk did buy Twitter and killed the internet, at least the first version. Reporting from the war had been tough. The comet, the nuke all the environmental decay from the disruptions had left mankind searching for second earth, and scarcity was now at acme. As Lady had determined, the sand was not of California’s Colorado Desert, not even of this earth. It seemed the elders had come to manipulate our destiny. The joy exchanged between the remaining elders made these interactions palatable. Creative timeslips allowed everyone to find meaning. Core values were agreed upon. The commitment  to rigor and the value of all beings and finding meaning by connecting our personal expression to all worlds. Saying Yes, asking beautiful questions, giving proof of listening, and opening ourselves to the wonder of it all. These very first contacts were scary. Deep dimensional confusion drove many to an end. Lady had fallen and could fall now further. The floor was solid and this would be her last report.  There was something odd lurking in the atmosphere and the contrarian Lady was determined to understand. They needed something. They were searching for something. Something of a holy grail.