A glimpse through a window in the stillness--
the soul takes flight on a butterfly's wing.
 
This is how wishes are made.

Heart Telepathy.

Mellow Yellow asks Lotte to Tea.

Once upon a time, a unicorn told me apples were her favorite. She collected them and pollished them like rubies to give to her some-day love, who she met in Elysian gardens long ago, whose eyes were swirly blue, and whose cheeks blushed at first glance. He ran so far away into the woods-- hooves clamping, heart pounding, and hair against the wind. It was only a simple smile that had frightened him away, and in turn, the poor unicorn slowly lost her unicorn magic. She lost the silver of her horn, and the silver of her hooves, which became feet to feel the grass. She lost the long waves of her hair, the sparkle of her eyes, and the warm satin of her skin. She went into hiding and became an ugly human, whose spirit could still read the messages of the clouds and knew the crystalized secrets of nature.

"My dream, then shifted to a beautiful, but disturbing dream of a very strange tree. The sunlight was soft and gold. It glittered through its leaves. The tree seemed a combination of a horse-chestnut and a hawthorn. It bore raspberry-like fruit on its branches and odd, little, wooden nuts. It was planted above ground. A large, waist-high wall made of stone encircled it. Though, I could only see myself from the waist down, I believe I was wearing an old-fashioned tea-dress. The skirt of the dress was crisp, mid-calf, full, and layered with lacy underskirts. It had a delicate, floral pattern with burgundy, rose-wine, pink, blue, and lavender flowers on pale yellow. I wanted to stay longer in the garden beneath the strange raspberry-tree and take a picture, but my mother and brother were urging me on into the woods. I began to cry, because it was so beautiful there, I did not want to be rushed. I begged my mother and brother to stay just a little longer, because I had never seen a tree that grew raspberries before. They would not wait for me and they both ran off into the woods. So, I began to cry again. A lady sitting on the stone wall beneath the tree was keen on cheering me up. She gave me a little bird that she had made out of the wooden nuts of the tree. For the tail of the bird she had used the most beautiful, purple feather with a crescent-moon marking. There was a little door on the bird's breast that opened. Inside were tiny, animal-shaped charms made from bits of dried flowers and things found in nature. I thanked her. Soon, the spirit of the tree appeared out from the twisted tree trunk. It was in the form of a bird-- much like a bird of paradise. I saw that the purple feather belonged to it. Other people were giving it offerings, so that it may grant their wishes. When it asked me for an offering, all I had in my pocket was the little bird made of the wooden nuts and a paint brush. Though, I knew the spirit wanted the little bird, I did not want to part with it, so I gave the tree spirit my paintbrush. She then called me, "selfish." I awoke.