Fishing in a Sea of Sand

Underground Mutant Community - Bighorn Basin, Wyoming

Khunara would find herself across from Finlay in a small wooden boat. The boat rocked back and forth gently; however, what was peculiar is that is was a drift in a sea made of sand. Like waves, the dunes all around them rolled and consistently changed. Off in the distance, in every direction, looked to be an ominous storm that represented chaos itself. There was lightning arcing horizontally through the swirling dark clouds. Occasionally a bolt of energy would spike downward and strike the sand, leaving behind an abstract glass shape.

The young boy looked like he was lost in serious thought, but simultaneously peaceful. He had a fishing rod; not the store bought kind, but one made from hand. He turned to look up at Khunara, not at all startled. It was as if he lucidly considered her a normal part of the dream.

“Are you going to try and talk me into waking up too?” He inquired unclear as to the intentions of this stranger.

Meanwhile, Finlay’s real body continued to recover in the medical bed. His breathing was relaxed.