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Running out the door, Peter and Lisa stepped into the tunnel of trees. Lisa looked up where the crowns met,

«Wow! It’s like a gate.»

They went through the gates and found themselves as if in another world, bright, colorful.

Peter blinked. Lisa breathed in the light and smiled.

In front of them was a beautiful meadow, framed by trees. A huge happening was going on. Music, competitions, contests, people laughing, enjoying themselves. The meadow overlooked a lake, covered by snow.

Lisa knew this place. She would often come here to chill out and to dream. It was always full of light, even in the rain it kept a kind of clarity of space. But she didn’t remember trees in the form of gates.

In the middle of the meadow there was a colorful whirl; a tall stick and bands of different colors attached to it. People caught the ends of the bands and ran around the stick, creating a colorful vortex. All this swirling looked like waves, giving the sense of space to be real and unreal at the same time.

Lisa watched it, mesmerized, feeling a growing sense of joy.

«Where is she?!» Peter searched for Sveta in the crowd of people.

Lisa didn’t hear him. Slowly, in step with the swirling, she moved towards the colorful vortex.

«You know, this interview…» Peter looked down, «Lisa, you think… Am I a loser?» he blurted out.

Peter didn’t dare to look at her, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Lisa running towards the colorful whirl.

«Lisa!»