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…only to wake up in an endless field of vivid chrysanthemums. You struggle to lift the haziness clouding your mind; it feels as if you are just waking up from a nap. Instinctively, your hands clench tightly around a sharp, yet familiar object, and your attention drifts towards to blue sky.
As you slowly regain your senses, you realize that there is a woman with pale, silver hair watching you. She smiles.
Without a word, from the very depths of your heart, you know exactly who she is. You always knew her name; you had always felt her presence. She had always been watching you … and waiting.