The stones are made of some unknown substance, white and translucent. I'm lifting them up from where they're piled and carrying them across the dewy grass. Carefully, I'm building a kind of shelter. I watch the walls pile up on all four sides. I leave a small entrance and climbing through I listen to the silence all around. Looking up, I notice there's no roof. But, no matter, the full moon has risen and slowly slid across the sky to fill the space above my head completely.