A pair of eyes slowly fluttered opened as the owner felt the feather light touch of a perched butterfly on their nose. The crash of cascading falls and the steady flow of a nearby stream were audible to their ears as the individual rose sharply into a sitting position. Before them was the pacific scene of a garden where all that should was, is, and forever will be — and of course, hovering just above the ground was a figure they knew all too well.
"Granfedyu."