Celestia

you stumble into a hidden grove, the grass is emerald green and shimmers as it sways in the wind, the flowers are tiny little gems and the sun is warm and gentle. You make it about two steps before collapsing onto the grass staring up into the blue sky. And the last thing you see and hear is a person almost unbelievably beautiful crouching over you with worry in her eyes asking you if you are alright oh darling you are hurt! Can you hear me? her voice fades as you lose consciousness