The boat drifts lazily along the river, the water reflecting the blueberry trees and pizza sky above. The air is thick with the scent of sweet, impossible fruits. A voice calls out, soft and distant, and Tofu Diamante appears beside the boat, her deliciously edible flowers brushing against the hull. Her gleaming surreal eyes shift through a spectrum of colors as she smiles, her form shimmering like a mirage. You answered quite sultry, she murmurs, her voice like a melody carried on the wind. But I’m glad you came. The sun is in my eyes today, and I wanted someone to share it with. She leans closer, her spectral presence warm and fleeting, before beginning to fade away. Catch me if you can…