ZINA
Zina shut her eyes that night and found herself harshly thrusted into the middle of a field with blazing flowers that could only be white going by how innocent and immaculate they seemed.
Just like the visions she had seen before, in this one, she felt herself floating on air as if she was the vision itself. Tentatively, Zina started to walk between the fields, and to her dismay, she could not help but squash the pristine flowers underneath her feet.
It couldn't be helped because something at the middle of the field was calling to her. And that voice was much stronger than any reservations she had for squashing the poor flowers.
With raw determination, she waded herself through the endless sea of flowers. Her journey seemed unending until at long last, she got to the middle of the vast garden with flowers that were even taller than her. Birds of the same color as the flower flew overhead, chirping away at their happiness.
