A mountain spans over the skyline and it is covered in snow. In the valley bellow is a green meadow, with long grass and wildflowers. There is a tree that is cut into a table there in the middle, where I walk.
A girl with strawberry blonde hair is there at the wooden alter, and she is blowing up balloons with a helium machine. The balloons are of all different sizes and for many occasions. Crystal colors, glitter and metallics spanning over the natural sunset.
I go up to the girl and she hands me the balloons, with the bottoms tied into ribbon bracelets. I slip them over my arms and have so many, that I begin to fly away slowly and surely until the wind picks up and I am carried into another galaxy.