You wore a pendent depicting a bird on the wing opening its flight to a swath of blues and greens and reds that descended down in a swirl to a gigantic tortoise nibbling on a rock.

Inside the rock was a tiny town built of amber and gold, lined with gems, which were ruby red in artificial light but a deep emerald green in the sunlight.

A man, wearing a long coat and black boots, strode through the town gazing at a shop window that simply read: YOU’VE BECOME PART OF MY DREAM