Legend has it that a cheerful and curious child flies through the cities of the world at night sprinkling magical sand, encouraging, and inspiring

beautiful dreams in everyone.

 

The child moves from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, slipping and sliding and flickering through the dreams, making each of them unique and different,

Until the dreamer wakes, wondering how real this dream was.

 

And when the Sandchild finishes filling the world's people with smiles, dreams, and hopes, they fly back on their magical carpet back to their home, back to Sandland, a magical land in which all dreams are made. And there, day by day, the Sandchild

creates the magical sand forged by incredible dreams and fantastic stories

that fill with magic not only their land but also our world.

 

Well, although people think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter,

of particles, dreams are as real as anything else.

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Because in Sandland the Sandchild makes them not out of matter but of

viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and hopes.