The delirium poured through her. The highest rush. The strongest pull.

A writhing shudder in the grass. Fingers curled in the thin emerald blades of grass,cutting into her palms as she knew the shine was fading.

Breath in exhale. Taste of blueberries in her mouth. She licked her lips and dreamed. Held that vision in hallucination as something wild and delicious.

It was a time was it not. She was the crossroads drifter why could she not part this veil that separated?

Frustrated and reckless she stumbled to her knees, rose to her feet. Hands out to the sky in vain attempt for those tiny hands to press through the fabric of time and space itself.

Grasping those strands, wild eyes when she saw him there. Close enough to touch. Perhaps she did.

He felt so real. So solid.

Then the shine faded, tore that vision from her and left her collapsing to the grass. Screaming out her dispute of being torn away as her hands pounded as fists to the earth.

Blood born offerings yet tonight she did not know which god to worship...