The sky was a pure, flawless shade of azure blue. Fluffy wisps of white were scattered lazily about the immense space. If one looked closely enough, you could almost see the brightest of the silvery stars peeking here and there. An enormous, round globe hung in the sky, brilliantly golden. The grass was a deep emerald colored, spotted with violet, blue, pink and yellow blossoms. A tantalizing breeze blew, gently ruffling the jade leaves of trees and the hair of anyone lucky enough to be outside. Birds chirped and sang to one another sweetly. Squirrels skittered around busily, scattering nuts every which way. It was a perfect day. For Cosette Galen, it was torture.