Christine opened her eyes to the bright blue sky above. The fields were so beautiful this time of year.
She walked threw the lush green grass, running her fingers along the tall blades. She had come here often to sing to her father, this was one of his favorite places. Christine knew her father loved to hear her voice, so even after his death she had come to his favorite spot to sing to him.
She walked along the rough pathway leading to the forest; she had taken this path many times before. Some of her friends thought the forest spooky and that it must be haunted, they wouldn't go near it. Christine on the other hand immensely enjoyed walking home threw the tall trees, she loved the fresh sent of pine and honeysuckle. Christine walked to the edge of the forest and stopped, because it wasn't a forest anymore. A great cathedral stood before her wide eyes. White bricks gave it a ghostly feel; it's large stained glass windows glistened in the setting sun. Colors of deep crimson and green danced across her bewildered face. Is this real? She thought.
Christine reached out and touched the red wooden doors in front of her; yes they were real.
"How can this be?" She thought aloud.
Curiosity overcoming fear, she pushed her way threw. The doors opened silently to reveal a grand hall.
As Christine stepped into the vast hall, melodic music filled her ears. It sounded like a… "Violin...?"
She walked down the aisle, the music hypnotizing her, when she suddenly saw an indistinct figure. She moved closer to where it sat; the figure grew clearer with every step. The music was so familiar; she saw his dark hair and clothes, his head slowly swaying to the soft tune. How could this be?
The man stopped and turned as she approached. Christine looked into his eyes.
"Father…?"
