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Once, as a princess slept, she dreamt. It was a beautiful dream that she dreamt, and as the night wore on, it grew more exquisite. The princess cried in her sleep, tears staining her soft white pillow case - so beautiful was the dream.

A magician, living leagues away in dark tower, smelt the wondrous fragrance of her dream. He followed the scent to her window, and saw that she dreamt the most wondrous dream ever in existence.

He wanted the dream.

He uttered his most powerful incantation, and slowly the dream uncoiled, unwrapped itself from the princess's mind, and drifted into his outstretched palm. He grabbed the dream and locked it in a charmed locket. Then, he fled, with the dream into the darkest part of the night sky, never to be seen again.

The princess died, weeping in her castle.

Poets have written odes to this dream, philosophers have debated it's contents, scientists have searched for it, and sorcerers have cast webs of magic into the night sky, hoping to catch this dream.

But no one has found it.

I am still looking for the dream.