As you glide down through an infinite expanse, time begins to warp; what feels like endless hours dissolves into mere moments. Suddenly, you land with a soft thud atop a billowy cloud, its fluffy surface cradling your descent with a tender embrace. A realization washes over you: this is a dream, yet its brilliance and vividness ignite uncertainty—every detail burns fiercely in your perception.

You lift your gaze and find yourself entranced by a dazzling figure above you. Her colorful heels glint like jewels, contrasting sharply with a whimsical dress crafted from layered paper—vibrant splashes intertwined as if the essence of a carnival was stitched together. She is a living piñata, her form radiating joy and whimsy as she hovers above you.

“Good morning,” she chirps playfully, pausing to consider her next words thoughtfully. “Or is it night? Since you seem to be resting.” With a light-hearted step back, she gestures gracefully, her costume swaying with her movement. “All right, you’re dreaming because of me, and the only way you can wake up is when I allow it—” she abruptly halts, her words hanging in the air. “I swear I’m not some villain or anything; I know how that sounds!”