Faye Yardley once again found herself in a loud, crowded environment. Far from excited, she felt deeply uncomfortable.
She enjoyed watching a lively scene from the sidelines, not participating in it.
People were all around her now. Though no one was actually pushing against her, the closest were only two fists' lengths away. This lack of personal space and security made her extremely uncomfortable.
The general situation was that everyone was packed shoulder-to-shoulder in a wide-open plaza. The sky above was bright, dotted with low-floating clouds of various shapes and colors.
If it weren't for the crowd and the chaotic noise, Faye Yardley might have been able to appreciate the beauty of the scene.
Cheerful music soon rang out from the sky.
"You have a little red flower, you have a little red flower…"
The phrase began to echo in Faye Yardley's ears. She then noticed the distance between herself and the others widening. She was gradually ascending into the sky.
