Prologue
Dreams are like water flowing in an ever-ending river. All kinds of different dreams always float around in this river every day and every night. Spirits fly around to gather every dream they can find and place them into this river. Oh, how does this river get its name, River of Dreams? I will tell you, but come closer to me. Listen to the wind that blows and howl to you, even the sky was so clear that you could see the stars that night. Each spirit, element, plant, and animal will tell you a different story. I will tell you a story now, so listen up, listen carefully. I will tell you the story of how the River of Dreams got its name, but I will only tell you that story once.
