Freja lived in a bright attic above Copenhagen’s canals, painting the city’s rooftops and sky. One stormy night, lightning struck her window, leaving the glass shimmering with impossible colors. The next morning, Freja discovered that through the window she could see other versions of the city—some futuristic, others filled with floating islands or forests instead of buildings. When she touched the glass, she slipped into each world, carrying her sketchbook and colors. In every dimension, Freja met new friends: a fox who built bridges of light, children who painted the wind, old sailors who bottled starlight. Each adventure brought a new pattern or story, which Freja wove into her dream-tapestries back home. Soon, children from all over Copenhagen came to her attic, dreaming together as Freja spun her magical scenes. Through her enchanted window, Freja learned that every dream created a new world—and every world, a new dream. And so, in the heart of Copenhagen, the Dreamweaver’s light shone across a thousand dimensions.