On this course, the game isn't played with balls but with pearls. She knows it, and that's why she wears them around her neck, keeping the whole game close to her heart. The grass dissolves into lights that drift without hurry, the sky turns to velvet, and the cart waits in a background that never quite finishes being drawn. Nothing here is solid, and yet she's more awake than ever: she knows she's dreaming, and she has decided to stay and play.