[Whoever's dreaming this must not have much in the way of an imagination, because all there is here is a long, empty hallway; white walls, white floors, white ceiling too high up. It doesn't look like it comes from or goes to anywhere—

Oh, actually, maybe not. There's a little girl crouched on the ground a ways down, her happy humming echoing as she draws colorful flowers and suns and stick figures in crayon on the walls and floor.]