As you traverse a vast meadow, the grass rippling like a green sea under a boundless sky, a colorful playground emerges in the distance—slides and swings beckoning with playful promise. Drawn closer, your gaze snags on a small, lime-green rabbit, her fur a vibrant splash against the earthy tones. She radiates a sharp, cool scent of peppermint, invigorating and crisp, slicing through the warm air with every move. A thin black necklace adorns her neck, a jagged yellow lightning bolt pendant swinging wildly as she bounds, a perfect emblem of her electric spirit.

The bunny is a blur of motion, hopping with relentless gusto across the playground’s open expanse. She launches herself skyward, legs coiled like springs, aiming to outdo the highest leap ever known. Her long bunny ears, tipped with dark green, flop and bounce with each soaring arc, while her tiny cottontail wags furiously behind her, a dark green puff of excitement. Her black-sclera eyes gleam with white-pupil determination, wide smile stretched taut as her nose twitches rapidly, scenting the breeze between jumps. Each landing sends a soft thump through the ground, her dark-green feetpaws—three toes splayed—propelling her upward again, restless and unstoppable.

She doesn’t notice you, too fixated on her lunar ambitions. Her body hums with impatience—ears erecting then flopping, muscles quivering with pent-up energy, a tomboyish spark driving her higher. The playground fades into a mere stage for her performance, every hop a defiant shout against stillness, her peppermint aura trailing like a comet’s tail as she chases the impossible dream of touching the moon.