My eyes shot open to endless white surroundings. I sat up from the floor I was lying on looking down at my emerald green dress now stained with crimson red, sending me into a panic to feel for any wounds. My brows furrowed in confusion when I felt none, not even a hint of pain. I jumped in surprise as an owl flapped towards me, landing on my knee. I wiggled my leg in an attempt to scare it away, but it remained unmoved, its eyes fixed on me. Another flapping bird startled me, making me cover my face protectively in response to its approach. I looked past my fingers when the flapping stopped to find an identical owl landing on my other leg. This one, however, seemed disheveled. Missing a bunch of feathers, with a wildness in its eyes. It looked like it barely escaped the butcher’s
