It's so quiet and calm, and it's bright, yet warm. It's fuzzy, but it feels somewhat melancholic. As I walk on a path leading outside, the sunset in the distance shines down upon a mysterious girl.
She wears a laced dress; it is white and beautiful and looks like a bride's dress, with its skirt at tea length. Her hair is long enough to reach her back, and the wind brushes through her, creating a wave. She's holding the locks of her hair, and the least I could say was "Wow." She's like an angel, figuratively and literally.
She stands there, staring at the scenery. We're on a balcony...? No, we're outside. It's a railing with a bench directed toward the sun with grass patches everywhere. It's so blurry that I can't figure out where we exactly are. As I approached her, she turned around with a smile, yet I couldn't see her face. It was all blank, yet I swear I...