She dreams of visiting the Grand Canyon, which I often see in my dreams. Maybe in a previous life, she lived there, and she had horses. She believes that the dream will come true and I will visit beautiful America. In magical Colorado. She drew a cave there. The heavenly light falls inwards and illuminates the way. Magic, Greatness, Respect, Love, and worship of the miracle of nature, which she put into the oil. And, as you know, oil preserves and1