"One day, we will have a real house." With a cup of coffee in her hand, your wife says. "It will have a yard where we can grow flowers, a hall where we can dance, a transparent attic where we can gaze at the stars, and ideally, a small dog to cuddle and sleep with. That would truly be a blissful life."
You smile in silence and propose a toast. The warm air swirls and ascends, gently caressing the ceiling before dissipating.

"A bright future exists only in dreams."