You sat on the bench in the garden of Holistone. The blue flowers around you softly blew in the wind. You watched the river as the water flowed, the sunset shining against the side of your face bringing a calming sensation.

"You're still here? Why am I not surprised."

A soft chuckle sounded as a figure appeared at your side. You turned your head. There Mirael stood, in her black dress and witch hat. Her red hair flowing and face basked in the sun. She smiled warmly at you.