Karmic realm

When I open my eyes, I am greeted by the most serene view—an enchanting forest, as if pulled from the dreams of a painter with an unrestrained imagination. This is unlike any forest I have ever seen. The grass beneath my feet is not green but a lush, vibrant purple, soft and velvety. The trees that tower around me, their trunks broad and ancient, are the same royal hue, but their leaves shimmer with a mix of lavender and deep indigo, reflecting the soft golden sunlight that filters through the branches.

Here, everything feels alive, humming with a quiet, peaceful energy. The flowers scattered across the forest floor are golden, their petals glowing softly as if kissed by the sun. One flower in particular catches my eye—small, star-shaped berries hang from a low bush, their pink hue a striking contrast against the purple backdrop. They glitter as if dusted with stars themselves.

Curious, I kneel to inspect them, half-wondering if they could be poisonous. I bring a berry to my nose and inhale deeply—its scent is pure and fresh, free of any malice. Feeling daring, I pop one into my mouth. It bursts with flavor—a tantalizing fusion of citrus, vanilla, and something almost cola-like. It’s the most unique and refreshing taste I’ve ever experienced. I allow myself a few more berries before moving on, savoring each sweet bite.

Suddenly, my ears catch the soft, melodic sound of water. I close my eyes, focusing on the gentle rush, and when I reopen them, I find myself standing by the edge of a crystal-clear river. The water sparkles in the soft light, its current slow and tranquil, like the forest itself is in no hurry.

Without a second thought, I snap my clothes away and dive into the cool embrace of the river. The water wraps around me, soothing my skin, making me feel weightless and free. I close my eyes, floating lazily, letting the current carry me as the warmth of the sun radiates down on my exposed body. This place—it feels like paradise.

But then, I hear movement—subtle, but there. My senses sharpen. I let the water carry me to the grassy riverbank, where I freeze it around me, forming an elegant dress that clings to my form like a second skin, flowing with my every step.

“Come out,” I call, my voice calm but commanding. “I can smell you.”

From the bushes emerges a small woman, her hair a bright, mossy green, matching her wide eyes that glimmer with curiosity. She watches me as if trying to piece together who—or what—I am.

I take a step toward her, the icy fabric of my water-dress rippling with each movement. “Who are you?” I ask, suspicion lacing my words.