If necessary, Dreamland can exist without night.
The Sun could hang perpetually at the sky's edge, casting sunlight the color of orange peels, stretching shadows long across the land, the air tinged with a rainbow of emotions and pervaded by the brilliant colors of diamond dust.
A group of ugly, massive figures formed a circle, heads bowed, watching two little girls sitting shoulder to shoulder on the grass, enjoying the Dreamland sunset together.
"I haven't seen my hands in a long time," Zhou raised her hands high, admiring the sunlight filtering through her fingers, her face in awe: "So beautiful!"
"Whose hands were you seeing before then?" No Face asked, puzzled.
"Big sister's."
"Nikita?"
"Yes."
"What's your relation with her, and why do you call her big sister? Where did your hands go?"
