I saw a red doe, or a red haired woman (supposedly the same soul) flipping back and forth in my sights, but I also saw her struggling, in a seemingly vacant world. When you're in a dream and you don't have to be told certain pieces of information-- because they seem to be a given-- that was what it was like. This world wasn't just seeming to be empty; it really was. This woman, or this deer... she was conversing with a very faded reflection of herself in the pond. Little did she know, though, or maybe she did, the water was rising. It started to spill over the lip of the plash, and into the valleys around it. But the red doe did not move. She did not swim, when the water rose over her shoulders, and she wouldn't swim when it reached her chin.
The vision in the globe was cut off very quickly, as it filled with a black, inky pigment, signalling that it had nothing left to offer.
