Walking out of the visualization chamber, I heard a sudden burst of banter. The pixies were rehearsing a new dance choreography in the lounge. I immediately joined them because, when it comes to dancing, the answer is always more dancing.

When the song ended, we all jumped on top of the puffs so violently that a cloud of feathers burst into the air, drifting around us as we laughed until our stomachs hurt.

Your dream is at the warehouse, getting ready for delivery, said Walter, once he recovered some air.

He then handed me a holo-notebook, and I signed with enthusiasm.

Do you need a tracking number? Sometimes packages get lost.

I’ve never really cared about tracking numbers. I’ve simply assumed my packages will somehow arrive. And to this day, I’ve always received what I ordered.

No need, I replied.

With a full heart, I said goodbye to the delivery pixies and took the ride back with Sunny through the canal.

A turmoil of feelings filled my stomach, throat, and heart: nostalgia, excitement, and gratefulness, a rainbow of emotions with its full palette of colors.

I left Rainbowland knowing that a bright future, and most importantly, a beautiful present, awaited me, and I was ready for the greatest gift of all: life.

When I crossed the door, it slowly closed behind me. I felt a chill, and my immediate reaction was to tap my pocket. Relief washed over me when my fingers felt the keys.

My intuition then reminded me that if I ever lost them, I’d know exactly where to look. By the time I returned to Earth, every trace of fear had been replaced by certainty.