Third Person POV
The clearing was the kind of place that did not know it was beautiful.
It just was. Trees standing tall and easy around the edges of it, their branches catching the light and breaking it into pieces that fell across the grass below in shifting patterns.
Butterflies moving between the wildflowers near the far side with the unhurried commitment of creatures who had nowhere else to be.
Children playing somewhere in the distance, their voices carrying across the open space in that particular way children's voices carried, bright and directionless, belonging to the whole clearing rather than any specific corner of it.
In the middle of all of it, a girl stood alone.
