I looked around. What I saw was too heavenly and sensational for the naked human eye; it was captivating and even addictive. The verdurous rolling hills were enveloped with youthful sprouts of grass, its touch equivalent to the smooth embrace of luxurious silk. The sun was bleeding out golden, lustrous ribbons, weaving in light and happiness into every corner of this place. The birds sang the songs of love, joy, and beauty all to one another. The immense trees swayed and rippled to the beat and rhythm of the earth, while the wind flittered around, ushering the sentimental fragrance of tulips onto my skin.
And what made this place so complete was the figure standing in the center of it all. Her auburn hair, wild as always, kissed the blueness of the sky. Her grey flashing eyes, luminous against her dark skin, assured that she was fearless. And her radiation of energy outshined the rest of this paradise so that all the hills, trees, and the birds just simply dissolved into the background. She was the center of this small universe.
“Shaede,” I called.