I am in the realm of dream, where fantasy feels like reality. Where being a princess without a prince is possible. Where summoning a storm without being wrecked by it is within a reach of the hand.

            I am dreaming. I am sure of it.

            Or am I not?

            I look around, let my senses see and hear and touch and taste and smell everything.

            I can feel the heat of the sun, taste the cool wind around me, and hear the rustling of the leaves in the Misty Forest. I can see the bright green leaves, the wide grass field beckoning me to feel its natural softness. I can...