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Just a piece I wrote in some free time. The inspiration was from when I looked out the window while I was in a dreamy, kind of thoughtful state and saw the sky was yellow before it started to rain. It's not really supposed to make much sense in what is happening or why or how, or even who the character is, but more just to read and draw your own interpretions.

The gentle stroke of the wind brought her slowly to consciousness. Her eyes opened, revealing the sky above her, unbroken by clouds. Or was it a layer of clouds, unbroken by sky? It was hard to tell; all of the colors around her seemed muted, tinted with a sepia like effect. She sat up as if in a dream, slowly and deliberately, with an eerie grace, the air supporting her as if she had been floating as she slept. Swinging her bare feet to the side, she let them gently down onto the soft grass and stood to observe what was around her. Hills rolled away into the distance in all directions, meeting the bleak sky far, far away, covered in grass just like that which she was standing on. Not lush, but soft and somewhat spongy. She thought she saw something move from the corner of her eye and turned to see a tiny sprout on the next hill over. As she watched, she realized it was growing, the thin green stalk turning thick and brown, with leaves starting to grow near the top. As apples started to emerge from the leafy greenness, other trees started to follow suit, going through their own cycles. As she gazed on in wonder, the sky began to grow darker, and she felt something p***k her arm. Looking down, she saw a tiny raindrop, followed by another, and another. Soon it was drizzling all around her, dispelling the dreamy effect of the soft, brownish lighting of before and replacing it with a sense of clarity brought on by the developing gray tones. The trees were still going through their cycle, but they were speeding up, growing, shriveling, and being replaced in rapid succession now. Suddenly, as she watched, a small cluster of them folded in on each other and sank into the ground, leaving a square, sandy spot. Along the edges huge steel poles began to emerge from the ground, their bold, linear design contrasting sharply with the natural growth around them. Bricks surfaced around the bars, multiplying to build walls, leaving room from a door and windows, which built themselves before her eyes as wooden boards formed a roof and were covered with shingles. It was raining harder now, soaking everything that emerged in a matter of seconds. The peaceful clarity from just moments ago was fading again, just as it had come, replaced by a feeling of being pushed along. More of the trees fell around her, more buildings always bigger than the ones before them grew, ever faster. Hills leveled themselves out as the onslaught continued, and gravel materialized, then melted and pooled into roads and sidewalks. Streetlamps shot up from the ground, flickering with harsh, white light. It was all happening so fast now that it was almost sickening, the rain pounding more and more relentlessly. She began to feel helpless, no longer in control, surrounded by things now that were changing almost too fast to keep track of, all signs of natural life gone, replaced by this cold, gray prison. The rain was inescapable, driving her down, as flashes of lighting bounced through the clouds. The building scream was torn from her lips just as a single bolt of lighting shot down like the legacy of some cruel, pitiless being, instantaneously followed by deafening thunder, louder than any creature should have to bear. She fell, down and down, and somehow the ground didn’t catch her as she slipped away. The noise quieted, the darkness gradually lifting. The buildings and roads and other unnatural things collapsed in on themselves, degrading at a slowing rate. Soft grass grew, concealing the dying signs of the chaos as they faded away. Hills formed as waves might from a still lake in suddenly windy weather, flowing away like ripples into the unbroken distance. And amidst it all lay a single woman, supported just above the ground as if on an invisible bed of air…

Thanks. I've read the series, but it was a long time ago. I'll have to go back and reread that part. I really like writing things with lots of description, but I usually can;t come up with a story I like.