(i don't have a name yet)

The first time I saw her was in my dreams. Everything around me was white; I was standing on an achromatic field of flowers. One that could've been beautiful if it only had color. She was far away from me, but close uenough to where I could make out a shape. She had long pink hair that stood out drastically against the white. There was something about her that drew me towards her. I took a few steps forward and yelled "Who are you?!" but got no response. I slowly started walking towards her, a walk that turned into a jog, and a jog that turned into a run. I soon found myself sprinting as fast as I could, but did not seem to get any closer. The harder I tried to get to her the farther away I seemed to get.