In an age of virtue, off far away from mortal's land, there laid the purity of Caldonia. The vast lush green hillsides and the pristine blue waters—trees grew as tall as the highest skyscrapers and the rivers flowed as mighty, beyond an eye’s view of the horizon—the countryside surely was a natural wonder, a magic that brought anything and everything to life. Its weather were always fair and food never scarce. Caldonia’s people were a proud, true, noble one not confounded by strive or hatred. Adults were not bound by prejudices and the children could read and were well fed; Caldonia truly was a land of Harmony.
On Christmas Eve, the caretaker of Castle Trinity, Auntie Carefree, must help a young boy learn to dream before the midnight striking of the silver bells otherwise the toys in Harmony nursery will be lost forever.
