Broken Boulder there are visions, there are memories

She roused from her sleep with vague memories of a dream; something much larger than herself stalking her in the night, growing closer and closer at a steady pace. She remembered a gigantic maw split by grinning fangs, opening wider and wider— impossibly so— and a haunting laugh as it surrounded her in darkness. The feeling of being hunted lingered as she stood and stretched, willing the grog to leave her.

It was a pleasant clearing, particularly after escaping the thick wood, if a little odd. The boulder unsettled her, for what creature could have broken and set it in such a way...? She avoided it, though it likely would have provided her some shelter, and had slept out in the open near the comfort of the babbling creek. It was there that she moved, now, to drink from the cool water and wake herself.