I stood in the mirror for 20 minutes of aura observation in preparation for product launch. While taking notes I noticed the concentric figures of my aura begin to lose their synchronization. The many shades of the veneer of melancholy were losing their cohesion before my eyes. First, the largest ring, a vibrant red lumbered off like the outline of a ginger bread man. I seemed more at ease. The green ring of my aura flickered, and then darted off playfully in its own direction. Suddenly the notes, the work, the money, even reality seemed so much less important. I looked on with disinterest as several other shades of emotion gained their freedom and scattered from the room. This was more alone than previously thought possible.

I was without love, anger, desire, any remorse at the loss of these, and completely without motivation to regain them. I stood in the mirror looking until my legs felt weak, and then sat on the floor, slowly slumping forward. My vision focused on the shiny stray fibers in the carpet and then narrowed to focus on some distance beyond that. My mind lost what remaining concentration it had and was completely filled with the fuzzy blue carpet color. The flat fuzzy blue began rolling and and separating into a black sky speckled with white stars and glistening blue sand dunes as far as my mind could perceive. A large bright white moon quickly rose in the sky and began rotating in place.

Stress and aging are inextricably linked. Through my experiments in aura manipulation I was able to relieve myself permanently of stress and related emotions and increase my lifespan many fold. I lived to see the first manned missions to earth like planets - many of which consisted of millions of miles of blue dunes. The first mission was to the planet called Ishtar IV, which had a moon almost identical to Earth's.

Initially the world's leading scientists were asked to pilot the shuttle on the century long trip to Ishtar IV in the pursuit of science, but these men refused to leave Earth without their wives. Their wives refused to leave Earth without their cats, and this left little capacity within the shuttle for scientific instruments. Instead, they sought out the one who claimed to have lived for 333 years and still looked not a day over 24. He had no family nor cats to speak of, and already knew how to operate the ship's instruments.

While sitting on the blue sands and filling the containers with rocks per my commander's instructions, I saw a pink shade meandering across the dunes towards me, I remembered its shape as the same that had left me years ago. I continued with my work for no particular reason other than it was in my instructions. When the pink emanation took its final steps toward me it seemed to greet me with pleasure. It melded with me and I was overcome with what could only be described as satisfaction. I took off my equipment and laid back in the sand smiling at the stars. I sank into the sand peacefully and never felt unsatisfied again.