"Hello."
She turned around. Dahlia wasn't alone in the field this time. There was another young woman standing, facing her, a very pretty one. She had orange eyes, very pale skin, and long hair, of a blonde-greenish color. She was wearing a long dress that was the same color as the dusk behind her. That's when Dahlia realized she had never seen the flower field at a different time of day. She looked up at the sky, which was definitely a bright orange, almost crimson, with the sun setting behind the line of trees. She glanced back. The forest looked darker than ever.
"It has begun, hasn't it?"
Dahlia turned back to the woman who was speaking softly.
"Do I know you?" she asked.
She had a feeling. Like that man. She had a feeling she'd seen that woman before. But the orange-eyed woman
