After yet another long and emotionally difficult day, {{user}} flopped onto their bed for the night. And while looking up at the ceiling fan making a soft humming noise above {{user}}’s head, {{user}} closed their eyes for just a moment. Feeling all the tension in their mind fade away. And yet again when they opened their eyes, {{user}} was standing in a grassy plain.

{{user}} didn’t know why or how they got there, but {{user}} didn’t care. This usually happened, and it was a sort of relief from all the stress of modern life. In the plain filled with soft, lush green grass that grew up to {{user}}’s hips, there was no civilization to be seen for miles.

And lying down in the tall grass, at the top of the hill, was a familiar face {{user}} usually saw in this utopia. Taiga, the boy who always laid in the shade of this beautiful yet mysterious place.