Lucy's Lucidity

The boughs of the spring trees weave themselves in and out of each other gently as Lucy wanders through a young forest and into a clearing that is simply teeming with wildflowers. Honeybees buzz hither and thither busily; they're friendly enough, but have an awful lot to do. Lucy smiles at the warm breeze that ruffles the hair on her ears, and spins joyfully around in harengon abandon for a moment before collapsing gleefully into the soft, tall grass of the meadow...
Meadow? Wasn't this a spring forest...
The sun makes its arc across the sky for a little while as Lucy naps, swaddled in fresh scented grasses and crooned to by the comfy buzzing of the busy honeybees.
Suddenly, a shadow crosses the sun, leaving Lucy chilled, and she opens her eyes to see what the disturbance could possibly be. A dank, oily cloud stretches across the sky, slowly swallowing up the remaining blue of your beloved sky. 
Blue and purple bolts of forked lightning flash through the roiling clouds of grease, and a fine mist of oily rain begins to fall, coating everything in a viscous brown layer of filth. The meadow withers and dies before your eyes, leaving nothing. Not even the molds and fungi of the world can take purchase here...

And as the dream fades, and Eostre's kind eyes fade into her consciousness, Lucy wakes with a word on her lips...
Necrodruid...