Kalopsia.

kalopsia: Delusion of things being more beautiful than they actually are.

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Mist swamped her vision -she was wading in herds of decayed roses. Crisp petals crunched beneath her toes as her bare feet glided across the forest floor. Sunlight was creeping through cracks in the branches of tall daunting trees. The gentle wind stroked the claws of leaves ,sending them whizzing past her shoulder. Her black floating dress lingered by her knees and behind her, a trail of the light material followed her footsteps. 

Her breath quickened as the deafening silence rang loud in her ears. No birds. No fish in the river. No chatter of the earth to be heard. One more corner and she’d  be there. Untimely frost would settle on the lake at tomorrow’s dawn, she had to get there before the second snowflake fell. Alas her mind was not focused on where she had to be. Again, her attention was drawn to that unfamiliar laughter breaking the silence of her thoughts like it did every day. But she ignored it and continued on to her blissful walk in a nothingness-forest. 

There was absoulotely no one for miles. No one. Until she saw him.

Light seemed to cling and dance along his hair, the auburn waves of it shimmering. His ocean eyes swum with vibrance with the gold of the faraway sun distinctly outlining his cheek bones and blushing lips. His eyelashes were long, pretty and fluttering and his jaw- sharp - framing his face. She breathed in his oh-so-sweet honeysuckle scent that fuelled her courage to lift her eyes up to meet his gaze. The corners of his mouth lifted, she gasped in awe at his smile. 
“Good afternoon” his inviting soft like velvet tone mesmerised her into a trance. 
His face was too perfect, his voice, so smooth, his body, a temple. 

And then -a gust of wind- in the blink of an eye he was gone. She was alone.