Once upon a time there was a blue circle of eternal spring, love and peace and inside this circle a beautiful bird used to live. Perched on the tiniest branch (because the circle was so small that not even a tree would fit) she would sing her little heart out all day long. Her feathers were the colour of the brightest sun and the deepest ocean altogether and her song was far from the chirping of a wren or even the syrupy melody of a nightingale – it sounded more like an orchestra of harps and flutes coated in the sweetest vanilla frosting. And so beautiful was her song that every time she sang the tiny branch would bloom and flowers of many colours and fragrances would appear all over the place.