“Strange,” she mused to herself, “Nobody in our county grows sunflowers.”

The wall of sunflowers shrinking from her back as she walked. The sight of the talking dragon still resonating in her mind. Becky is never going to believe this! Lily smiled inwardly to herself at the thought of Becky’s debelief face when she tells her about the talking dragon.

She’d say, “Nuh-uh! There’s no way!” and then Lily would laugh in her face because she really did see that.

A bank of red flowers caught her eye. They were beautiful bright red with yellow centers. Intrigued and happy to see something familiar and normal, she bent over to smell one. A tiny face spat back at hers.

“Pat-thew!” the flower spat hitting her directly on the nose.

She gasped in surprise as she wiped the flower’s spit from her face. She was shocked as a thousand tiny faces turned toward her in unison, rocking on their green stems.

“Who. Are. You!?” They all growled in unison. More of an accusation than a question, Lily knew better than to entertain the hate of flowers.

Lily backed away, as their sneers followed her. Bending toward her aggressively, their green stalks stretched out like pit bulldog chains. “Where are you going?” They chanted over and over again. Their little voices getting smaller and smaller as she ran off.

Bewildered, she whispered to herself, “Where am I?”

The dragon? The sunflowers? The angry man faced red flowers? Her head was spinning with the complex thoughts of what she knew couldn’t be real. Somewhere the world she knew fell away. Something new was weaving itself into existence.

Finally, she saw something that made sense. A rock wall. It was waist high, stacked haphazardly with incongruent stones. As she got closer, the strange shaped stones became familiar. Upon Lily’s closer examination, she realized the walls stone’s were bits and pieces of old statues. Part of a four fingered hand here, a shattered piece of a stone lion’s face there. A whole civilization’s worth of broken statues stretched into the distance.

“Who did this?” She mused to herself. A beautiful ivory face peered up at her. Once a masterpiece, now just another brick in the wall.

Tracing her fingers along the contours, she marveled at the history. Lily followed the wall, she knew if she followed it she would find someone.