Eileen—in her eight-legged form—ambled back and forth across the hill, eventually discovering that the place held nothing but grass and stones. As for what might originally have been on the other half of the hill, it had probably already been flattened when the Boundary Bridge came crashing down.
She ended her exploration and walked down the rubble- and wreckage-strewn slope toward the wilderness at the foot of the hill.
The wind swept over the hill, seemingly carrying muffled whispers with it. Eileen stopped and looked back toward the summit, but all she saw was the lonely Dark Tower leaning in the distance. It pierced the chaotic clouds overhead like a pillar connecting heaven and earth, while shattered spatial rifts circled its body, making it look like a bizarre tree.
"It's getting strange... getting strange..."
Eileen muttered under her breath and unconsciously quickened her pace, as if she could sense a hint of unease from this "dream." She instinctively kept away from the ruined tower and the collapsed hill.
The chaotic, wailing wind grew stronger, as though forming a barrier around the hill and using a gentle yet omnipresent force to stop her from reaching the plains. But all at once, the obstruction vanished like an illusion. Eileen burst out of the encircling wind and felt a familiar, peaceful presence surrounding her. Nameless tall grass swayed gently in the breeze, making all eight of her legs itch a little.
The Omen doll stood blankly for a while, then turned once more toward the hill. To her surprise, the hill was already far away, and the "Boundary Bridge" on it, along with the spatial rifts in the sky, had all vanished as though they had never existed.
Her eight long legs scratched at the ground a few times. Eileen turned to look