And right in front of you, sitting in the middle of the peaceful plains like a delivery gone wrong, a cardboard box sat on the dirt.

It looked perfectly normal. Brown tape. A bit dusty. An address label in Comic Sans.

The box lifted off the ground.

It hovered for a split second, spinning gently—then vanished with a soft poof of air.

A yellow sphere with a big, cheerful smiley face dropped out of nowhere, hit the grass, bounced once—boing—bounced twice, hit a flower, rolled over a chicken, and finally landed right at your feet.