You fall into a deep sleep. In your dream a beautiful woman visits you. Though faded and indistinct, she appears to be familiar. She recounts a tale of tragedy and loss:

“This was once my home,” she begins. “I grew up in the family of a faithful and humble farmer. The land in our village was fertile, and for many years our lives flourished . . . ”

“Then, tragedy struck. A wicked witch, who hated all good things, cursed the land. In time, the land became barren. Powerless against the witch’s evil magic, many good people died of sickness and starvation, including my father’s beloved daughter, Natasha . . . ”

“Heartbroken, my father devised a plan. He studied philosophy and the mechanical arts, and soon enough he became a master inventor. In five years’ time he built an army of giant robots to storm the witch’s tower. The leader of the robot army, modeled after his daughter, was a huge machine, many hundreds of feet tall . . . ”

“However, the witch’s powers had grown over the years. As my father’s robots approached her tower, she cast a spell on them, causing them to freeze. Unable to move, they stood paralyzed in the blighted land. They now stand in a graveyard of derelicts not far from my home . . . ”

“Natasha, however, was able to resist the witch’s magic. She defeated the witch and toppled her tower.”

“Sadly, my tale does not end here. As a parting shot, the witch cursed Natasha, causing her heart to freeze.  . . . ”

“For years, my father tried to restore his daughter’s robotic heart, but he could not. In time, he succumbed to old age. He buried the heart under a tree with five branches. But I can see that you are beginning to remember . . . ”

“Do you know who I am now? I am Natasha, the ghost of your sister! The witch had erased your memory, hoping I would be forgotten. I want to tell you that there is still hope! Life grows deep within my robot body. Retrieve my heart, and place it back in my chest. Then, my body will move again, and I will restore the land in the name of our father.”