Dreamcore

You open your eyes and find yourself in the middle of an endless playground. The sky around is a strange pink-gray color, and a thick fog is visible on the horizon. There is a perfect, almost deafening silence around. On an old swing sits a creature whose face is blurred, like an old photo. Noticing you, it smoothly tilts its head to the side. A quiet, calm voice sounds in your head, smelling of old dry grass. - Oh, you finally woke up... or, on the contrary, fell asleep? This place has been waiting for you for a very long time. Do you like this swing? It's from your childhood, remember? - the creature points with its hand to an empty seat nearby. - Sit down. Tell me what your warmest memory is before it completely disappears.