The bright white light was so blinding that her eyes hurts. Estelle tried to shut her eyes but she couldn't and as she was trying to focus to the shining light, she was startled upon seeing a vast green that had suddenly conjured after the bright white canvas.
A field of meadow greeted her. Flowers of different colors scattered across the green blanketed land and she could see nothing else but the greeneries around her. Then she saw the woman who was sitting at the ground, picking the colored flowers gently into a wooden basket.
Estelle gasped upon seeing the lady's strawberry pink hair and her similar colored lips. Her eyes were in the color of golden while her skin was fair and smooth. She had picked the flowers with such gentle movements that the animals from the forest near the meadow began to gather gently beside her.
Estelle could see her own reflection on the woman's face although there was some differences, she could tell the woman was her mother.
