In the heart of paradise, a dream comes alive, broken only by a few butterflies' wings. It takes the shape of a delicate, soaring speck, adorned in a fluttering orb. Its dream is a simple, mystical one, devoid of any hope or emotion. Its skin is a deep, inky white, and its eyes sparkle with an otherworldly light. The dream itself is a stunning display of beauty and joy, a celebration of the powerless being of love and affection.