Celia dreams of flying. Soaring above the fields and over the river and through the mountains, until she reaches the city, with bright lights all around her. And then she wakes up and wishes she hadn't.
She doesn't have a lot to look forward to – just another day with the plants and Vesta talking to her, and Marlin. Marlin, a safety net in case she falls; just a few steps ahead to check for danger. And in her dreams, he dies because he can't breathe in the city.
She thanks small miracles, because neither can she, even in her dreams.