"Where am I?"
Claire found herself in a world of white. She could not see her body or feel it. She could only think and not move. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.
But things did not remain like this. She felt her consciousness being pulled away and within an instant, the scenery in front of her changed.
Claire found herself standing in a picturesque small village, surrounded by quaint cottages and cobblestone paths. The sun bathed the village in a warm, golden light, casting gentle shadows that danced across the scenery. The air was filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of laughter and chatter.
In front of Claire stood a young girl, no more than seven years old, with tousled brown hair and curious eyes. She wore a simple, homespun dress that swayed with each step she took. The village exuded an atmosphere of joy and camaraderie, with children playing games and parents engaged in friendly conversations.
