67 - Woman in yellow dress

Naya felt as if she were dreaming. She found herself in the middle of an open field where the air was crisp and fragrant with the scent of wildflowers.

Here, the grass, vibrant and lush, was greener than any she had ever seen, almost glowing under the bright, azure sky. The place felt almost magical, with a serene atmosphere that seemed to hum with a life she had never seen before.

The wind blew gently, swaying the grass and flowers in a soothing rhythm, carrying a sweet melody that seemed to float on the breeze.

A woman was singing in the distance, her voice soft and melodious, like a lullaby carried by the wind. With some hesitation, Naya followed the enchanting sound. It led her to a grand oak tree, its ancient branches stretching wide and casting dappled shadows on the ground. Beyond it, a river flowed, its waters sparkling in the sunlight and sending a cool breeze that caressed Naya’s face and filled her lungs with freshness.

As she neared the tree, Naya couldn't help but wonde