Stirring from a heavy sleep, her mind wrapped in a thick haze, her vision began to slowly clear. At first, everything was soft and distant—blurry shadows that held no shape. Faint sounds whispered at the edges of her hearing—a distant hum, the gentle rustle of wind threading through leaves, and beneath it, an angelic voice calling her softly from her slumber.
As the fog lifted, a warm, golden light touched her skin—tender and comforting, like a baby's touch. Not harsh. Not blinding. Just… gentle.
She blinked slowly, raising a hand to shield her eyes, framing the scene around her as her gaze adjusted.
Beneath her lay a sea of lavender, petals brushing against her bare arms and legs, soft as a lover's sigh. The scent curled around her like a lullaby—floral, earthy, alive.
