Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

A returning treasure to a place unknown. Blind, yet still full of sight. Eager to step into the light, but kept concealed by a shadow of doubt. 

What might become of this world and those in it? She knows not the answer, yet still asks the question over and over in her mind. But for now, she can only be what she is. A forager... a hoarder... a keeper of the many secrets she will never reveal. 

And as for whom she stands beside while in pursuit of what she seeks most? That will be up to them — the candidates of possibilities. 

But there is one in particular. A man in which who's voice calls for her in this very moment. She is near. She hears. She comes.