"...…"
Mikaela, unhurriedly, opened her weary eyes and found that everything around her lacked clarity.
The woman felt as if trapped in a never-ending mist. She blinked several times to catch the light and regain her sight.
After a while, Mikaela could see once more and found the familiar sky lingered above her.
"...…"
The sky was bright blue, majestic in every sense of the way. Unperturbed by any violent event that occurred in the mortal realm. How the people killed their kind was of no concern to it.
Quite arrogant.
That being said, Mikaela appreciated its beauty and vastness. Cheerful clouds took a leisurely walk, protecting her from the intense yet rejuvenating sunlight. Gutsy birds playing hide and seek or dancing without a care in the world, stimulating the scenery.
A nice, if not epic, day to have a picnic.
