She was walking in a field or more accurately a meadow of flowers, wearing an ethereal white dress that billowed around her. She walked with a purpose, gathering up the flowers, beautiful colors of pink, yellow and blue. They smelt divine and she sniffed at them appreciatively. It was a tranquil place, a sanctuary away from everything and everyone. She felt safe here, where nothing could bother her and no one else was present. It was her sanctuary and hers alone. Nobody else knew about it, and that suited Serena just fine as she floated towards the nearby lake, wanting a drink and feeling her throat be slightly parched.
The air was cool and the wind was breezy, the trees in the distance swaying slightly leaves fluttering down from the branches. She could smell the perfume of the flowers
