It seems the woodlands were finally behind her—now with reverberating birdsong growing hushed in place of wind's quiet whistles. Gnarling roots of trees no longer jutted from the ground, and in their place was soft grass, caressed by the wind. Citlali breathed a soft sigh of relief. She returned once again to a familiar expanse of rolling pastures; it wasn't home, but it was a lot closer to it than the forest was.

The field was warm with sunlight, filled with the sweet smell of flowers. Once in a while, a bee whizzed past Citlali's ear; she paid them no mind. They were much like her—wandering about the fields, stopping only to admire the flora which sprouted upwards from the warm earth.

A soft sigh left her lips as she halted her leisurely walk. For once, there was a sense of peace—a peace she hadn't found since her sudden appearance in this strange realm. Citlali lowered herself onto the lush field, pressing her body into the warmth of the sun-kissed ground.

The woman turned to her side, her cheek resting against the earth, her nose twitching towards the flowers' sweet scents. She couldn't get enough of it. Milky blue eyes fell shut. Her face nestled into the ground with a comfortable smile gracing her features.