The Heartwood dreams of the future

The sky churned above her, a vast ocean of darkness swallowing the heavens whole. Thunder cracked like a war drum, its deep tremor rattling through her chest, and for a moment, Hemera felt as if the world itself was holding its breath. The sand woman lifted her head, plum gaze searching the heavens.
Then, as if the storm had been commanded to retreat, the clouds unraveled, parting in great sweeping motions to reveal the sun’s golden face. Light poured down like a river, flooding the earth in warmth, kissing the sands of her fur. A presence, vast, unseen, yet unmistakable, lifted her chin higher: the Lord. Before her, rising from the horizon, stood a mountain. A towering colossus, its peak crowned in divine light, its form shimmering beneath the sun’s embrace. It called to her, its silent voice wrapping around her very being.
Hemera…
Her limbs carried her forward before she even willed them to move. The earth felt distant beneath her paws as she approached, her breath shallow with awe. Then; followers. Wolves stood at her sides, countless figures gathered in reverence. The light intensified, growing unbearable in its radiance. It was too much, searing into her very soul, and she was forced to shut her eyes.
Silence.
When she opened them again, the mountain was gone. The golden warmth had vanished, replaced by the cold, unyielding touch of stone beneath her. The vision lingered in her mind like an imprint on her soul. A dream? No; a vision. The Lord had shown her the mountain. She had to find it; it was her path, her future.
With newfound urgency, Hemera rose swiftly, her sharp gaze sweeping the forest as she steadied her breath. „Sister @Periane,” her voice rang with certainty, the weight of revelation behind it, „I had a vision.”