Meadows Mind.

A shimmering beaming gleaming beacon of hope stood between the gates of heaven and hell.  The All-Would-Be Creatures awaited the All’s Well Opposite of War Celebration.  All-Would-Be Kings would sacrifice nothing at all for they had plenty of things worth keeping.  Things like stuff and such.  Dreams like miracles much?  Yup she does, mmhmm, she does.
“They happen” she says. “Sometimes, could happen all the time” she follows up with a nod and a smirk.  “How often does a miracle not happen?” Questioning her thoughts still with a smirk.  With a meadow of a mind and a patient wishing well for a soul surely things will end all as well in All-Would-Be Meadows.