Blooming flowers, lush grass, and flowering cherry blossoms swayed in the gentle breeze.

Roses, violets and lilies surrounded a young girl standing on one of the many colourful hills.

She wore a gleaming white summer dress. The toes of her bare feet curled up in the grass and earth crumbled between her toes. Her hands hung loosely by her sides. Her eyes were closed.

She enjoyed the sway of the wind that her hair rode, like a surfer on a wave. Her dress billowed softly behind her.

The sky was dark and filled with twinkling stars. The moon's light reflected off her pale skin, making it shimmer and glisten.

She heard a wolf howl.

She heard a crow caw.

She heard the sharp shwirrr of a blade being sharpened.

Her eyes fluttered open.

In front of her stood a hooded figure. In their skinless hands was a large, looming scythe. They leaned forward a centimetre and the girl saw, their glowing skull. Two empty sockets continued for what was like an eternity of darkness. Two unnaturally long incisors protruded out in front of the rest of their teeth.

She ran a finger over their sharp cheekbone, tracing every dent and curve.

After a moment, they pulled away. Both stood for what seemed like a century. They turned around and strolled away, blending with the shadows.

She stood there watching. Waiting. Wondering. Listening.

She slowly turned and walked away from the tranquillity of this world.

She pushed off her foot and soared through the air, towards the moon. Towards the light. Towards the future.