In a room where the Treas family gathers, one woman was sleeping on top of a giant beautiful lotus. Titania, the woman that was on the brink of death suddenly twitched her closed eyes. She heard not the gasps from her surrounding. Her eyes felt heavy like they refused to be open but the woman tried anyway.
The first light came to be and her view was blurred. Regaining her focus took sometimes but when she could finally saw it clearly, she realized that it was not her ceiling. Her breathing was heavy and controlled but not by her consciousness, instead of by the pace of her healing capabilities. She couldn't force herself to take a large breath of air no matter how much strength did she put on.
Her skin started to feel her surrounding. It was the softest and most comfortable bed she ever slept on. The world seemed mundane and the word 'problem' escaped out of the dictionary.
