Decades later.
A young girl no more than fourteen or fifteen years in age, dainty and adorable, sporting twin pigtails and a green sundress frolicked across a grassy, sun-drenched plain as fresh air and rich astral essence permeated the area. She danced and spun, her mood was absent of suffering, sadness, or danger. She was immersed in genuine joy as she laughed with youthful exuberance.
"Big Brother Vern, look at my new dance!" She spun and moved with light feet and a lighter heart. Her words caused a young man lying on a bed of grass to let loose a whistle acknowledging her words. He seemed to be young in appearance, roughly in his early twenties with an airy demeanor with a touch of brilliance between his thick brows. Dressed in fine white robes, he exuded a carefree temperament.
