In one of my recent dreams I got accepted at the Academy of French Mermaids (they happened to speak French, possibly because I fell asleep listening to a French audio book), where their main objective was to teach me to move my legs and toes in the most intricate spinning trajectories. Underwater ballet of sorts. Upon graduation I was allowed to swim towards the aquamarine light on the surface of the ocean somewhere near Galapagos all by myself. “Bon Voyage. Tu es sur le point de te rencontrer” (French: you are about to meet yourself). As soon as I reached the surface, my legs turned into a spectacular mermaid tail, my arms transformed into two gigantic wings. The random genetic formation went very fast. Perfectly cohesive and with absolutely zero regrets, I flew through myriads of swirls of purple fog rising my face to the chiming stars.