A strange mist of the saint of flowers was now spreading around Sylvian, bringing a smile to her face. It made her heart warm, calmed her soul down. She couldn't really point a finger at what she was smelling at the moment, but she was sure that it was flowers.
Slowly Sylvian opened her eyes without any difficulty this time and everything for once was easy. And the very first thing Sylvian noticed was a bright light hitting her eyes, and there she saw that, yes, in fact she was surrounded by flowers and only flowers everywhere. She was in a large Meadow all around her. So heavenly as it was there, Sylvian had a small smile spread. Now recognizing where she was, very clearly understanding as Sylvian looked down to see her sitting on a old swing that was hung up to the branch of a tree. A p
