The Mona Lisa

Where am I? That was the first question that came into my mind as consciousness gripped me. Nothing can be heard in the distance except the air as it blows in my face. Looking back, I see a pathway and the pathway leads to a stream which went as far as my eyes could see, fading into the blur of distance. The stream flows silently and peacefully. The water, reflecting the cloud on its surface in the absence of the sun were blue.