It is warm against her side. "It's time to wake up."
The dream shifts: blue water cascades into red fire. A crack of lightning threatens a tree, yellow light protects it.
A gentle nuzzle presses just behind her ear. She shifts and murmurs -- the voice replies, "You must awaken, it's important."
The sea rises, high and mighty, and crashes into the ground. The earth shakes, the wind blows. The world cracks, ruined, but it is reborn. Time, stops.
"That's a good little rabbit..."
She yawns, blue eyes open to find herself alone.
The moon smiles.