Selma Payne's POV:
Was I a flower?
My roots greedily absorbed the stream water and spread the nutrients throughout my body. The cool stream water allowed me to stretch my branches to my heart's content, extending my vitality.
This was an endless stream. I would always run far away.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but I seemed to have many flowers blooming and dying and dying and blooming again. The petals covered the water's surface and were carried away by the wind. When the stream dried up, I withered to death. The stream filled up again, and I was reborn.
Just like that, time passed by, and everything fell silent.
"Wake up, Selma."
Who was talking?
"Really, you're the one who's worried, but now you can't be woken up!"
Who was it?
A moth stopped at the tip of my nose. I couldn't help but sneeze and open my eyes.
There was nothing, no one. It was as if everything was just my imagination.
