After walking along the path of sod, I finally arrive at the endless meadow from my dream. The grass that shimmers like a flawless emerald bends westward. Flowers quickly dance in the wind, a rainbow of roses, prismatic peonies, and varicolored valerian. The dusk casts colors of warmth onto the landscape.

In the distance, the purest of waters rushes down the dark rocks, plunging into the clear river. A stag with fur the color of snow bends down to sip from the clean pond the river runs towards. As the sun’s light fades, plunging the land in a dim-lighted slumber, I lie down on the cushion of grass beside me, and drift into a slumber.