In her dreams, there was always a sea of pink cherry blossoms. There seemed to be one person and many people waving to her all the time.
Who are you? Who are you? Why do I always dream about this scene?
Daisy, this is your third year of accidental amnesia. You still don't think of us, but we are always here.
Intent: Not everyone has the mission to save the world, and not everyone's abilities need to be shocking.