White.   That was all Chaeyoung could see. When she looked down, she realised she was floating elegantly in mid-air.   *Where am I?* She thought, assessing the vacant area.   When she thought nothing would happen, something weird did happen.   Trees began to erect from the paleness below and the plain scenery began to change dramatically. A familiar tree with a metal bench appeared behind her. Despite her interest in the scenery, Chaeyoung treaded slowly to the bench taking a seat.   “You came back.” A tinkly voice resounded in the soft breeze.   Chaeyoung glanced upwards to see a figure emerge from a bush lush with red and white roses, her figure pulsing with pure brightness.   “Sara?!” Chaeyoung shrieked, stunned for a millisecond.   Sara offered a tender smile as she approached Chaeyoung. “Hello young phoenix.”   Chaeyoung continued to gape at her, “H-How, w-what. Why am I here?” Chaeyoung decided to ask instead.    Sara was graceful with each step she took. Like a butterfly, she settled elegantly beside her, resting her hands on her thighs. “My dear, do you remember anything?” She queried, a sad look evident in her brown, almond eyes.   Chaeyoung tilted her head.   Flashbacks of what happened came rolling in and she froze as her memories ended with Sehun calling her name with tears full in his eyes. “I died.” Chaeyoung realised with a haunted look on her face.   Sara nodded, “Yes, you died.”    “And my baby….” Chaeyoung whispered, placing a hand on her stomach. “The baby’s gone too.” She lowered her head as her eyes went blurry with tears.   Sara wrapped her arms around Chaeyoung, her red hair. “Don’t cry dear child. “ She whispered sweetly. Chaeyoung sniffled, “And Sehun, I left him behind too.” She covered her face with her palms. *I should’ve been strong enough.*   “Shhh, Shhh, everything will be okay if I can help it.” Sara whispered into her ear. Chaeyoung perked up, looking at the beautiful woman through her tears. “H-how?” Chaeyoung hiccupped, rubbing at her red eyes.   “Sweetie, do you know who I am?” She asked.   “Sara.” Chaeyoung replied curtly.   Sara just laughed. Her laughter was seriously too sweet. It was like a tune that perfectly matched a bird’s soft chirping or resembled the wind’s whistling.   “Yes, my name is Sa