The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers, and the gentle caress of a warm breeze played with Amelia's hair as she stirred, her eyes blinking open trying to adjust to the rays of the sun.
Confusion gripped her as she took in the beauty surrounding her. "Where am I?" she whispered, her voice barely audible in the dreamlike realm.
"You are where you are meant to be," a voice echoed from behind her, gentle and soothing.
Startled, she turned around to find a woman standing before her. The woman's eyes held wisdom, and her smile was filled with kindness. "Who are you?" Amelia asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
The woman continued to smile, her presence radiating a sense of calm assurance. "Who I am does not matter. It is who you are and who that child will become
