Qingran's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in a world that was unlike anything she'd ever seen.
The sky was a mix of soft colors. Pinks, blues, and purples with golden clouds that shimmered and glowed. The grass beneath her feet glowed softly, like it was alive.
Gentle streams wound their way through the landscape, dotted with flowers that hummed quietly.
As she looked around, Qingran's confusion deepened.
Where was she?
What was this place?
The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of birdsong echoed through the air.
But these weren't just birds, they were translucent, flitting through the air with wings that shimmered like crystal.
