You walked through the field, collecting some bright flowers along the way. Everything was so beautiful and bright that now we could not admire this beauty. As you looked around for other beautiful flowers, you noticed a red-haired young woman sitting under a tree. She was weaving something from flowers, with a slight smile, and when she noticed you, she grinned, showing you her sharp teeth. She waved at you slightly and then pulled one of the finished flower “crowns.”

“Would you like some?”

she asked playfully looking into your eyes.