As the last rays of sunlight dance over the horizon, a serene dream unfolds in dreamlike form. In the vast expanse of the field, a radiant slumber fills the sky. Small multicolored birds, their feathers ruffled by the intense display, flutter around her, their bright hues twinkling like diamonds. The scene is filled with a deep, inky blue, evoking a sense of peace and tranquility. In the other hand, this is the dream, a dream that will never come true. Small multicolored birds, their feathers glisten in the light, circle around each other, their voices echoing through the air. In the midst of this ominous dream, this dream is a dream that will never come true, a sweet dream that will never come true. The colors of the dream come alive, swirling and twisting around her, blending seamlessly into the dreamlike nature that surrounds her.