Ms. Karen had a dream.
She drifted in the ocean of unconsciousness until the very beginning of everything.
No matter if dreams are the products of the cerebrum and brainstem, or if they are the soul exploring in another dimension, or even the turbulence of time in the ocean of human ideas.
It didn't matter anymore.
She had entered dreamland.
Everything was so orderly.
Karen walked on clouds, looking up at the sky, countless white giant dragons were slumbering, and one of them caught her attention.
The silver-white young dragon yawned, turned over, and continued to sleep.
Karen wanted to run towards the direction of the White Dragon, but as soon as she took a step, she smelled the sweet scent of honey.
She looked around, but couldn't find the source of the smell.
Until she looked down at the orange-yellow clouds.
Karen bent down, wiped some of the cloud with her hand, and licked it in front of her lips.
Sweet.
She started to sink.
