And so the dust of which dreams were made continued to pile, their brilliant hues lost as they slowly died. Looking upon these sad hopes, dreams, and wishes, Shezerae of the River Spirits, took great pity on the magical dust before her. And though she could only mix these dreams with water from her sacred river, she knew it was just not enough. So she would make her evening flight to deliver the sacred waters to the sky, and within it, were the hopes, dreams and wishes mixed within. With a great exhale, she blew the dust and water deep into the clouds. They shimmered with revitalization, one step closer to their ultimate destination, and never to be lost or forgotten again...