Gemstone Glade is full of high pitched chatter today.

Rose quartz and amethyst crystal mice run amock: an eruption of lighthearted energy. Small bodies glowing with crystalline light. Their dance is one of hope. Squeaking softly, they unite tails in a prayer of peace. Peace from pain, release from fear. Their soprano song is for the children, the little people in pain everywhere, lying in their beds unable to sleep, crying for the day gone by.

Slowly, their song enters the minds of the restless children, a lullaby of hope. And one by one, the children fall asleep, waking in their dreams in Gemstone Glade, playing with the mice. All their tomorrows fade as the pleasure of the moment wins.