It is spring. The plain is green and filled with spring flowers—white, golden, red, green, blue, and other colors that no longer exist. We are walking in a meadow. The grass reaches up to our waists, and in the sunlight, everything glows golden. The great woman stands among the flowers with a particular dignity, watching her daughter with delight. The golden shine of her hair lights up the meadow under the sun. The woman constantly tucks her hair behind her ears as the breeze struggles to lift it into the air.

I start singing. Her daughter, walking slightly ahead of me toward her, turns back and smiles at me. The sound of my song echoes across the plain. The sky is blue, and a cool breeze is blowing. The little girl dances to our music. The sun is warm and radiant, making everything more beautiful. The sound of the harp and the singing carries the little girl away... she dances to our music as she moves toward her mother.

I sing, and my friends play. We surround the little girl, only a few steps away from her. The singer moves closer to the girl, extending a hand to take hers. She raises her hand to take mine... but suddenly... suddenly the ground trembles and opens its mouth... moments later, I am left holding only her empty white dress in my hand. The music stops... I scream...