Happy Birthday, Rosalie

As Rosalie blinked open her eyes, she discovered herself standing amidst the crystal-clear waters of the sea, far from the comforting embrace of the shore. The day boasted a brilliant sun, its warm rays dancing upon her long, loose locks, as the refreshing breeze orchestrated a playful ballet, gently swaying the shimmering azure waves in a soothing, hypnotic rhythm.

Clad in a flowing, unassuming white dress that cascaded elegantly around her, she could feel the icy embrace of the seabed sand firmly enveloping her bare feet. The tranquil waters lapped softly at her waist, creating a serene melody that blended seamlessly with the surrounding serenity. With a curious gaze, she turned to survey her surroundings, only to find herself embraced by an eerie, yet captivating, solitude.

"What is happening? My dreams are usually so dark and eerie, but this one feels different. How did I end up standing in the water? And how did I even get here in the first place?"