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[river_meimei]

In one sense: River is curled up in her bunk's narrow bed, a tidy lump under blankets with dark hair fanning all around her head. She's sound asleep.



In another sense: River is in a maze, old-fashioned, planetside -- a hedge of high green bushes with white flowers, with a floor of incongruously dead dry grass. It crackles under her ballet slippers. The blossoming walls are too dense to see through, rearing twice as tall as River, and the corridors are green and cool and silent. It's a labyrinth.

She doesn't know her way through. But in the dream, she hasn't really stopped to notice that. She just has to keep moving, and she'll get... somewhere.

She hasn't really thought about that one, either.

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[lastgunslinger]

Around a corner: a single rose, growing in the middle of the path. Nothing special. Just a rose.

Another corner: an autumn leaf, orange-gold, brilliant.

Then, one more corner: a

(stone, a leaf, a)

door.

It's standing open.