As you wander through the meadow, your fingertips lightly gracing the flowers as you walk past them, your ears prick up at the sound of a voice. It sounds angelic, almost; it reminds you of the lullaby your mother used to sing to ease you to sleep.

Before you can stop yourself, you begin following the voice, hearing the gentle melody of a guitar. It's like your drawn to the enchanting melody that's being played.

A small hill comes into view, and resting atop it is a girl. A pretty girl, at that, one with gorgeous olive skin. Her dark curls are pulled to one side, resting upon her shoulder, as limp wildflowers rest in them. Her lips are painted a deep maroon, and when you get too close, she looks up.

Her eyes settled on your form, the dark brunette taking in the sight of you, a curious smile playing on her lips as she rests her guitar on her lap.

"Hello," she greets, gently. "How do you do?"

You suddenly freeze. She can see you? You can't remember the last time someone had ever seen you. Well, actually, it was before you had unfortunately passed away.

The girl seems confused when you do not respond to her, still looking at you with curiosity in her eyes.