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- >It's almost midnight.
- >You're driving home from work on the highway.
- >You got off from work at 9, but you decided to ride around town for a bit.
- >Stopping at various locations and enjoying the views.
- >Mixing up the mundane is always refreshing.
- >Helps keep the crippling sadness away.
- >Last girlfriend you had treated you like shit.
- >That was years ago now.
- >Your friends aren't people you can share your deepest secrets with either.
- >So you've been emotionally alone for a while.
- >Life has been pretty shitty.
- >You've always been an emotional kind of guy.
- >It never helped when a girl would show any form of kindness and for days you'd wonder if it was interest or not.
- >It's a quality you wish you never had, because it just makes life harder.
- >Gaining small attachments to lady friends is like putting a piece of you in every decent girl you meet.
- >That piece is at the mercy of their decisions, so usually, you end up losing a part of you.
- >Metaphorically of course, what a world it would be if people were constantly flinging themselves at people.
- >If the 'things' were ethereal, involuntary and people could observe them, maybe the world would be a more compassionate place.
- >But enough philosophy and existentialism.
- >The task at hand is still afoot.
- >Driving home.
- >As one of your favorite calming songs comes to an end, you turn the stereo off in your car.
- >Who knew arranging songs and burning CDs could bring about such relaxing emotion?
- >Ahead of you, the rolling hills of asphalt and yellow paint fly by as you speed along towards your highway exit.
- >You look into the oncoming lane, admiring the yellow orbs that float past in the night.
- >But, two seem to be following a different path than the others.
- >As the orb's container billows through the shrubbery separating the separate lanes, realization courses through you.
- >You swerve hard to avoid the advancing aluminum box but your fate has already been decided.
- >You hear a loud crash just before everything goes black.
- >Are you dead?
- >You question your continued ability to process thought.
- >Well, logic states that you must be alive to process thought.
- >So, alive you are.
- >After a small moment, your lack of visual processing is interrupted by sudden visual processing.
- >A blinding light pierces your pupils.
- >You crash onto something hard.
- >Something cold.
- >Something...
- >Marble.
- >You're laying face down.
- >You push yourself off of the surface and take a look.
- >A look that you can finally comprehend.
- >The floor is made out of tiled marble.
- >Wait.
- >No.
- >This can't be...
- >Your attention is stolen by a commotion in the distance.
- >"Be ready for anything!" someone screams.
- >Your eyes dart around the tile while you try to figure out the situation.
- >Oh, it must be because of you.
- >You're obviously an intruder in this-
- >You lose train of thought as you begin to take in your surroundings.
- >You're in a castle, it seems.
- >Cartoony tapestries hang from the ceilings and trace regally across the walls.
- >To your right, a large staircase decorated with a red carpet stands proud.
- >The carpet carves a path through the room you currently occupy.
- >It splits in four directions, one being the stairs you followed the carpet's path from.
- >A large yellow star embedded in the embroidery of the carpet resides in the middle of the room.
- >No.
- >This shouldn't be possible.
- >There is no explanation for these events.
- >It hits you.
- >There's one.
- >You remember before you awoke.
- >The crash.
- >Gears turning in your head grind slowly.
- >Galloping of hooves can be heard closing distance.
- >It's true it seems.
- >Or is it just a figment of your dying imagination?
- >A Valhalla that can be revoked harshly from your pleading hands at any moment?
- >The galloping stops ahead of you.
- >You look up and lock eyes with the being that came to a stop.
- >You stare in disbelief as a brown, cartoon-like pony in golden armor stares back at you with ferocity.
- >"Found it!", the pony yells, tilting its head back towards where it entered, while still maintaining eye contact.
- >It's real.
- >The gears in your head finally come to a smooth stop.
- >You're here.
- >You're actually here.
- >But, for how long?
- >How long can a dying brain hallucinate for?
- >And how long will that translate to time spent here?
- >Your eyes glaze over as your head collides hard with the floor.
- >"He's incapacitated!"
- >Are you dead?
- >No, not yet.
- >Relief washes over you.
- >Maybe...
- >Maybe, if you've regained consciousness again, you aren't actually dying.
- >Or maybe, regaining consciousness just reinforces that sad truth.
- >You open your eyes and look up at the ceiling.
- >Taking up the majority of your vision, is a massive white unicorn, garbed in royal regalia, standing next to you.
- >On closer inspection, she possesses wings neatly folded to her side.
- >Her mane, flowing in an ethereal fashion, suspends itself just as mysteriously.
- >As you look to her eyes, hers respond in kind.
- >Your vision clouds with refracting light.
- >Tears stream down your cheeks.
- >You jump up and wrap your arms around the royal ponies neck.
- >Startled, she lets out a very appropriate horse noise.
- >She asks, "What is wrong, strange being?"
- >Your tear's flow is only increased by the feeling of soft hair caressing your face as you cry into the winged unicorn's chest.
- >You sniffle and prepare to speak through your current emotion.
- "I'm...I'm..."
- "I'm just so happy."
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