It hoists the sack filled with dreams onto its worktable.

Under the soft lighting of its own personal moon, a gift from the Mother of Planets, it begins its year-long task. With a touch more gentle than a feather, it reaches into the bag and pulls out the delicate multi-colored thread.

It blows onto the string, activating the life within.

When the dream thread is encapsulated in a golden glow, it releases it into the air to be guided by the Wind to the realm of humans.

After a quick nod of content, it turns its focus to the next one.