[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

It was a most interesting thing, to see delicate flower petals amidst the dead of winter. They floated and fluttered and fell where they may. Euphemia, who was quite well-versed in the flora of this place, knew immediately that it was out of place, but she couldn’t (for the life of her) imagine why.

Euphemia walked closer and snuffled around with her black nose amongst the pink flowers, and that was when she noticed a pattern in the snow. A glowing, shimmering path that immediately had her enraptured. Too virginal to know any better, the maiden was delighted. Had beautiful winter flowers and shimmering wintertide bioluminescence existed this whole time, and it wasn’t until now that the wonder had revealed itself?

There was no choice to be had. Wherever this path led, she would follow. If it were a dream, the girl hoped the universe would have the grace to allow her to enjoy it to its fullest extent. If this were real life, she was overtly pleased to have finally learned how to tap into this seemingly alternative reality of beauty. She felt light as a feather, and it showed in her gait as she bounded down the path, eagerness writ across her features.

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