When Valencia roused from her slumber, she was in a serene forest dotted with wildflowers and populated by playful songbirds. She smiled to see them cavort and to hear their warbling. Then, she noticed an unfamiliar weight upon her back. [Oh, it seems I also have wings just as you do.] In her naiveté, she thought she had become an angel. However, she did not pay heed to the portentous shade of her plumage or their inverted position...