In a world where the sky is painted in soft pastels, I wander through a candy-floss forest. The tall trees sway gently, releasing a sweet scent that wraps around me like a warm hug. Next to me flows a shimmering river of milk, its surface shining like satin. Curious, I dip my fingers into the creamy water, and to my surprise, it ripples into shapes — a star, a serene face, a heart — each figure appearing and fading away.
Suddenly, the clouds morph into soft, glowing wisps. One cloud floats closer, offering me a cup filled with warm milk. “This is the essence of our tranquillity,” it whispers, soothing like a lullaby.

With the cup in hand, the scene transforms into a cozy oasis of warmth and light. I feel at peace as I rest on a fluffy cloud, surrounded by whispers of comfort. But just as I begin to enjoy the moment, the oasis fades into soft colors and gentle sounds. I close my eyes tightly, holding the cup as my anchor. When I open them again, I am back in bed, the taste of warm milk lingering on my lips and a sense of calm in my heart.