Crystalline White

I dreamt I met a woman. I arose to find myself in a cave of white rock, an immense chasm of crystalline structures, devoid of all color. From amidst the void appeared a creature of meek stature, starved from all pleasure, for sustenance it went searching. A pearly eye searched the negative plains in which it resided for anything other than nothing. My direction soon became the possessor of this newfound sad eye of grey. The creature inhaled roughly and brought itself to a staggering run. Though weak it may seem the creatures velocity was rather impressive, seemingly impossible. As the creature's figure grew within inches I winced, anticipating a devastating blow. Despite my anxieties it blew right on past me. For I am only a mere specter in the realm of crystal white. I turned to witness a conflict of olympic proportions, a great struggle driven by one's own will to survive. To feast. A colorfully adorned figure of great stature met the condemned creation head on. Skillfully she, with the ease of great experience, outmatched the creatures efforts. For their conflict lasted a millennia, a purgatorial existence resided within a crystalline womb. From whence they were born they shall be born again. From this never ending conflict arose a clear victor. Thus she cried. For another millennia, alone, she would survive.