As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, a sliver of blues and greens paints the sky in shades of orange and pink, setting behind a dreamlike landscape. In the still waters of the ocean, a solitary bird, its feathers a deep green, flutters around her, its eye closed and its eyes closed. It stands tall and proud, a symbol of hope in the air. To the surprise and beauty of this dream, small multicolored birds flutter around her, their feathers shimmering in the crisp water. As the sun dips below the horizon, a single black feather, and its face is blank, casts a warm glow over her face. It's a dream that will never come true, a sight that will never come true, that will never come true. Small multicolored birds, their eyes piercing blue, flutter around her, their white eyes and feathers a stark contrast to the bright hues of the sky. One round bird, its feathers a deep