Once upon a time... when the Diversiverse was still young and Salmon's children were still fairly new...

A lone Dream Type stood atop a large rock... staring up at the sky with a look of determination. She was going to fly, and reach the top. With her clouds surrounding her, and her wingless ears swaying in the night wind. She thought she was ready.

She opened her wings and flew. She continued the fly and fly, getting closer and closer. But then, she hit the space. …She went farther than she meant to go.

Oh god... she was going to die, wasn't she? This wasn't meant to happen! HELP! PLEASE!

And then, everything disappeared. She woke up. It was like nothing happened. … But she knew something happened, she was just blocking it out. She looked up, smiling as she pushed her fears down.

Now in space, a winged-Dream Type floats aimlessly, unknowing to where she is, and nobody knowing she exists. Trapped in her own mind, imagination running wild...

She's preserved by the cold from death or from ageing, left to exist alone in space.