The dream came again, as it had a thousand times before, but never with such visceral, heart-stopping clarity. Amber skies, impossibly vast and aching with the melancholy of a perpetual sunset, stretched across an endless golden field. The wheat swayed in a gentle, hypnotic rhythm, each stalk whispering secrets against its neighbor in a breeze that felt less like air and more like the very heartbeat of the world. Her bare feet, always bare in this place, brushed against warm, rich earth, and she could feel the latent life thrumming beneath the soil.