Cassandra slowly opened her eyes, confused as to where she was. She sat up and looked around, taking in the vast expanse of greenery before her. The place was peaceful, and she could feel a gentle breeze blowing through the grass. She looked down at herself and realized that she was wearing different clothes from before. "Where am I?" she whispered to herself.
Just then, she heard a voice behind her. "You're in a dream," the voice said.
Cassandra turned around and saw a man standing a few feet away from her. He wore a long, flowing cloak, and his face was partially obscured by a hood. "Who are you?" she asked, rising to her feet.
The man smiled. "I'm Mr. Dreamer, the same guy you met earlier," he said. "And you, my dear, are in a place where all things are possible."
Cassandra's eyes widened. "A dream?" she repeated. "But how did I get here?"
