Feeling distraught and a bit heartbroken, the Dorobian mare fell to her knees. The mist was shadowing her and she might have appeared as a large, shadowed boulder from afar. Carefully, she laid down completely. Although unfamiliar to the territory, Sanaa dismissed this and her worries by leaving herself vulnerable on the ground. Yellowed grasses grew tall here, tickling her throat as she moved her head to the earth. Tear ducts began to fill and her memories wandered to the last time she had felt so pessimistic – when she was but a mere child being scolded by her parents. In the corner of her eye she caught an imagined aura, glistening greens from the canopies above she guessed; nothing too exciting for her to really move to observe more. She felt her heartbeat against her folded legs, its gradually slowing rate making her feel listless. Perhaps a mid-morning nap was all that was needed for her to gain confidence again.
And so, with the fading memories of her childhood being played in her head, Sanaa carelessly closed her orbs. Buzzing from insects droned her farther in slumber, the maiden was much more tired than she knew. Fog still heavily blanketed itself around her, just getting lower, and lower, until Sanaa was visible in the clearing. The sunlight that was earlier piercing through mists was now evident and bright, its warm beams washing over her, sucking up the previous moisture from her coat. She glistened and was curled up tightly like a newborn fawn. Nearby birds began their morning songs but none were loud enough to wake her. The iconic sandman had washed her away to another world completely, her eyelids twitching consistently and occasionally the jerk of a back hoof followed suit. Oh, darling Sanaa, what world have you driven yourself into? And will you remember your setting once you awaken?