As the sun begins to dip below a verdant sky, a dream comes to life. But in the distance, a soft, ethereal dream is born. The dream of a slumber-like slumber grows larger, its hues a deep pink and blue. It seems to glow as the wind whips through her hair, as she gazes the horizon with its pale, radiant colors. Small multicolored birds, their feathers glistening in the last rays of sunlight, dance and sing along to her dream, their wings beating with an otherworldly rhythm. This is a dream that will never come true, but a true dream, that will never come true.