The only source of mist comes from the soft glow of the first rays, casting a soft orange glow over the lost paradise. In the middle of a vibrant, multicolored spring, a dream comes to life. The dream is full, with feathers of varying shades of blue and black floating around her. Small multicolored birds, with feathers of varying shades of green and blue, soar through the sky, their eyes fixed on the dream that won't come true. One of the birds, a small penguin, seems to be crying out, her eyes closed in contemplation, the sky below now filled with vibrant blues and reds. In the heart of the dream, a massive bird, with feathers of varying shades of green, and unicorns, floats serenely around her, its wings spread wide. The entire dream is a stunning sight that will never come true.