• I am soaring over a world of clouds, the golden sun shining upon my brilliant blue feathers. My figure steer towards my left, plunging into the blue horizon. I look below me, a quilt of farms and lakes covering the land. My beak forms a adoring smile, praising the beautiful natural colors. I dart by a giant metal bird, weaving and matching it's pace. For a while. And suddenly, I'm purely happy to be myself, a brilliant little blue bird.