Tofu

[TAKING DOWN SOME WORKS, REPOSTING "PETRICHOR" ON NEW ACCOUNT, @ACUTECUPOFTAE, THANK YOU.]

You were walking home from your office place, but you stopped when you heard a harp and a clear, breathy voice. You felt entranced, and found yourself walking towards whoever was singing and playing the instrument.
Deep in a rose garden of various colors, you found a girl dressed in white, sitting in a gazebo, playing her harp while letting lyrics roll out of her tongue.

The lyrics weren't hard to identify, they seemed to be telling a tale. When she stopped, she faced you. A petite albino female; you ran your eyes over her.

She smiled a soft, close-eyed smile at you, "Would you like to listen to my other tales?" You nodded. She clasped her fingers together and opened her lips, and started playing on her harp.

Another tale was told, and another one after that.

It was dark by the time you snapped out of daze, her tales were so magical, they were propelling you to stay. As she started on a new tale, a meteor shower rained from the night sky.

You listened to her until you fell asleep, resting your head on her lap, as she continued singing and playing. 

When you awoke the next morning, she was gone, you were sleeping on a bench.

You lived your life on, convincing yourself that she was real. And you kept hearing your whole life, from somewhere distant, "Thank you, for listening to my tales. I can now rest in peace."