[the forest is dim, and you're standing in front of a tree. it's massive, you'd need at least six people holding hands to circle even half of its trunk. but most importantly, the orbs in its branches are softly pulsating, and big enough for a human to fit inside.

when you look closely, you see that there are humans. dreamers, sleeping. their eyes are closed and they all have faint smiles on their faces. you walk on, checking on each one. you see if they're in any danger, you lean in and tweak the dreams they're having.

on and on, you walk through the forest. everyone's having a wonderful dream tonight, all thanks to you. the twilight never breaks, the forest remains eerie, but your heart is relaxed and light -- thanks to this world that you've made.]