The breeze floats swiftly through the cracks of a sodden wooden bench. In the distance birds whisper to the wind, producing a sweet melody. My heart beats as one with the river sweeping itself along the banks. Flashes of color reflect off of the pale sand as scales and fins jump out of the translucent water. The heavens begin to glow pink and dark shadows reflect off of the dark mirror of once transparent waters. Gray figures rule the sky, wings beating gently, their soft voices guiding me to the dark familiar outline of a house on a hill.