"Tsk, it's been a while since I dreamt, and it's actually one with a fairy-tale style. Interesting."
The next day, when the morning sunlight seeped through the window onto the bed, Dorothy sluggishly opened her eyes and awoke from the dream.
The memories belonging to the dream were rapidly fading, seemingly about to vanish in an instant, becoming impossible to recall, but the homebody witch quickly tossed them into the Memory Palace, then took a look.
"Quite healing, isn't it?"
She commented as such.
The lonely Giant of Light found companionship at last, and the unfeeling mud puppet gained a heart from the giant's blood. It seemed to be a story of mutual salvation.
"But I don't like tragedies."
Dorothy pouted and then stopped paying attention to this somewhat strange dream.
Yeah, it was a pretty nice dream, but let's not have it again.
She then mercilessly broke free from the embrace of her beloved quilt and got out of bed.
