She remembers a story she had heard a long time ago.
There had been a princess, (or was she just a girl?) and she was the prettiest person around, she thinks, though her memory is a little fuzzy. It's hard to focus with the waves of evil rolling over her, but she remembers really liking the story. She can't remember who was after the pretty girl, or why, but she does remember that the pretty girl was adopted by several guardians (dwarves, her mind corrects). She had glanced shyly at her karasu tengu then, smiling, she wants to say fondly but it's hard to tell…things are getting so murky.
The girl's tengu—dwarves, she tries to correct herself, had watched over her, but somehow and evil woman had gotten a hold of her and put her under a deep sleep in a clear casket. The teng--guardians, she compromises—tried their best but they couldn't break the curse on the girl, and she fell into a deep sleep (did she die?) while she waited for her one true love.
Her eyelashes flutter over pearly skin, and she sighs as they droop lower. Things are slowing down now, and her vision is a little bit darker. Like his hair, only not, because his is so much darker, and his eyes are so much lighter, and his smile is so much brighter than anything else she can think of.
The story ended with a prince saving the girl and them living happily ever after, and she tries her best not to wish for him to save her, because she knows that all wishes have a price. She wonders if dreams have prices too.
She sleeps.