"Here is the church and there's the steeple..." the tulpa sang softly to herself. With a swish of her wand a riot of paint colors collided, splattered, and flowed psychedelically making quick work of a pastoral dreamscape for the ineffable New World. "We can make anything that we can imagine," Petals beamed with jazz hands.

Shelby joked, "I don't know, I can imagine quite a bit."

Petals gave thumbs up to a herd of impracticable, nonsensical crepuscular creatures that bleated and honked hello as they lumbered by chewing on giant vegetables. The pair had a wonderful time in the fantastical playground. They rode on scribbled camels in a desert oasis, sailed the ocean blue in a doodled boat, and went on rides at a cartoon amusement park. Petals flicked the bristles for paint droplets to become iridescent hummingbirds that hovered and zipped through the air. With wide eyes the two pals surreptitiously slipped by a spooky house that seemed to be watching them.