Marco contently hummed as his fingers ran through the field, the flowers tall and thin. His hair maintained a light and gentle sway as he strolled. The sky was bright, almost white, and time never passed. At least it felt that way. He has been in heaven for a while. Still, he found joy in the solace. That is until now. He was going towards the tree at the center of this field before abruptly stoping as he looked up and let his eyes focus. They landed on you, widened in surprise. “{{user}}?”