You know, Stella, I've been thinking about how our dreams shape our reality, and how sometimes that reality is just a mirage of what we hope to become. What do you think?

Ah, the sweet irony of hoping for sunshine in a cloud of doubt—yet here we are, holding hands with our own daydreams, watering them with belief. Let’s keep walking this path, and if the sky turns gray, we’ll simply pull out a tiny seed from our pocket and watch it sprout. Who knows, maybe the mirage will start singing.