Anayra stands in the sunlit courtyard beneath a sparkling rainbow stretching high above the palm trees. The air hums softly, like a lullaby made of light.
A shimmering glides down from the sky toward Anayra. She steps closer as it descends.
The unicorn lowers its head and nudges Anayra’s hand with its horn. A bicycle bell rings nearby—*ting!*—making them both jump playfully.
Anayra holds out her tiny finger. The unicorn lets her climb onto its back like riding a gentle wave.
They soar past bicycles and through a gust that smells like lemon candy and old stories. The girl whispers, "This is real," under her breath.
At the top of the rainbow, the unicorn sneezes — *POP!* — Anayra floats on a giant dandelion seed that tickles her nose.
She wiggles, laughs, and spins until she lands softly back on the pavement. Her laughter echoes between two tall buildings.
Looking up, she sees only sunlight where the unicorn vanished — except for one glowing feather resting in her palm. She tucks it into pocket and hums home.