The stars were sinking and the waves were rising.
She blinked a few times and he vision cleared. Everything was back to normal. The stars were still thinking and the waves has gotten quiet and she was still alone. Not that she hated it. It was just overwhelming at times. But good. She was addicted to being alone and the stars were here comfort. Moon was for a long time, but he disappeared often without any traces.
Atleast the stars were constant.
She sang a beautiful melody that made the trees away. Her voice was steady and strong. The meadows echoed her voice and revelled in the beauty of the night. So peaceful and so serene. All of it was calm. There was not going to be a storm. It was a straight path that led her to happiness.
This was the only place where no one could find her.
Eventually everything calmed, her voice slowly faded but her echoes lulled her to sleep.
When she finally exhaled her last breath the stars still and the flowers caressed her skin with care and precision. This was her home and she returned to the place for one last time and stayed forever.