Li ignored the twins who were fighting constantly and stared out the window at the beautiful landscape. It was very intriging. Her ginger cat slept peacefully in her lap, but Li's mind was running elsewhere. She was swept up in a daydream, like usual. When she was little, before her mother disapeared, she had alway told Li that she was a dreamer, that she soared with the stars. Her mind ran in endless circles, a fantasy story of magic, fighting, and romance. It consumed her being. It was as if she was totally in a different realm, a realm of dreams.