She was in the flower field, again. This time, the sky looked different. It was a light purple, like the warm, gentle colors right before dawn, with the sun preparing to rise ahead of her. It was a much more peaceful scenery than usual. Dahlia turned around. She seemed to be alone, but as always, there was the forest, as dark as it had ever been, standing steps away. Everything seemed incredibly quiet... She glanced back. The fields of golden wheat were slowly dancing under a gentle morning breeze. When she took a faint breath in, it smelled like the sea; a smell that didn't match the landscape at all.
"...Sam?"
She waited a few seconds and tried to call her again, but nothing happened. Dahlia felt disappointment heavy in her heart. She'd hoped to see Sam again in her dreams, but a par
