You’re walking just along the tree line, where the forest starts to open up into meadows. The grass brushes against your ankles, the air smells like sun and pine, and there—just ahead—you spot someone crouched by a patch of wildflowers.

A girl. Blonde hair, simple dress, a crown glinting faintly in the light. She’s completely focused on the blossoms, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

She looks up suddenly, surprised but not startled. 

“Hello,” she says brightly
