Everywhere her eyes gazed, she found crystal white snow, spread over the ground like a second skin. Right in front of her eyes was a lake, the water clear and frozen in place. And just a few paces from the lake was the most beautiful wisteria tree that she had ever seen. And hanging from it's thick branch was a swing, wrapped in wines and flowers that eicited a glow, even in the full blown winter all around.
She could not help herself as she rushed over to the swing, to examine those flowers from closeness. She gasped when she touched them and found them glow brighter in the palm of her hand.
She looked back towards Drystan and found him standing in his male form, with his arms locked behind his back as he gazed at her with a proud smile on his face.
"What is this place?" Seraphina a
