As a child, I loved to dream. Dreams of green fields and flowing streams, of animals running wild and birds flying free, of golden rice crops and grand forests, of sunshine and blue sky, of laughters and innocence.

As I grew up and learned more of the world and its people, I lost all feelings of happiness and love. Those images I painted out when I was little became all but distant memories, and I no longer believed.

Until I met Him, who gave me back my wings and dreams that I had forgotten long ago. That, and much more.

Because of Him, I have hopes again. Because of Him, I believe again. Because of Him, I can feel again. Because of Him, my dreams are not in vain. Because... He is weaving them with me until I see Him again.

-- edited from a spur of the moment thing I posted on the 5B2F guestbook, suddenly inspired by Yukimura's comment on how people stopped dreaming from Samurai Deeper Kyo