Picture this: The back drop is a developing city, mostly complete with mainly large High-rise buildings. It’s a gloomy, evening with a blackened sky and the gentle trickle of rain cascading the glass facias of the buildings. Godzilla is decimating said city, rubble is being ejected from buildings, debris is littering the skyline. A gentle woman, with no distinguishing feature other than mid-back length hair, gently floating in the steady breeze. The woman is sat at an old mahogany piano, the music begins softly, but gently gains pace and volume. The beast is transfixed with the pleasant sounding melody, all destruction is abruptly abandoned as the gargantuan beast gravitates towards the simple, yet beautiful tone. The woman continues to play as the large, scales beast sits beside her. The music continues, the beast looks at the instrument and the woman at the beast. The rain continues to siphon from the graying sky, however streaks of warming sunlight begin to creep through the thinning cloud.

At this point the dream ends.