D-029: Arachnea, White Cliffs Spidon Ranch…
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Eliana is standing atop the White Cliffs at her Aunt and Uncle’s property, the eponymously-named White Cliffs Spidon Ranch, a place she visited as a child. Below her, ocean waves are crashing against the rocks. Farther out to sea, Eliana can see the ice floes and the crazy, dim star, Wiemie, making reflections off the surfaces.
The ranch is not as she remembered it, and she is older now; in the strange dream space it’s difficult to determine if it really has changed with time or this is one of those dream things where what you know overrides what you see.
She has cut school in an elaborate ruse, though it’s really only designed to fool her teachers – she didn’t think her parents would be fooled for very long.
She’s expecting to see a blaze of cobalt blue across the dun-coloured background any moment now…
…yet so far, there is only a willy-willy of snow kicked up by the ocean winds.
After a long moment gazing out at the stars, she turns and heads for the ranch.