The gentle breeze brushed past the blades of grass and flowers in the large field, the flowers swaying, waving to the gentle breeze that passed by.
A pale-skinned beauty lay motionless on the flower-filled field, the silver and red flowers complementing her hair and clothing, respectively.
She seemed almost dead, as the serene look on her face was not one derived from having a good dream but from finally ending the gruesome journey of life. The slow and slight heaving of her chest betrayed that thought.
The sky above her, though platinum, was much paler, seemingly as sickly as her pale skin. The full moon was slightly chipped, yet it did not back down from its job, providing luminance to the world below.
"Bel... Bel..." The wind seemed to carry the soft, worried voice of a female, calling out to the girl who lay in the grass field.
