Somewhere in Mid Sector 101—
Inhale
Helen slowly rose from the ground in complete silence, her body lifting gently as if carried by an invisible current of air, her eyes closed, her expression relaxed and tranquil as though she had just stepped out of a long, soothing bath after years of exhaustion.
Opening her arms with a gentle, peaceful smile as she continued to ascend, everything about her was beautiful. Every movement she made felt harmonious and graceful. It was pleasing to the eye, almost unreal, like a mythical scene painted by the hands of the greatest artists in history.
Even the black dress she had been wearing for several decades remained perfectly intact, without a single speck of dust or a wrinkle in its fabric, as if time itself had been unable to touch it— as if she had simply taken one step forward and crossed all those passing years in the blink of an eye.
Of course…
The land around her was not nearly as beautiful.
