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"But... why, I don't..."
>A little foal sobbed pathetically; its pristine coat blemished with fresh tears.
>"Hush little one, hush..."
>The sudden warmth of embrace deterred confusion for a fleeting second; perhaps this was natural?
>No... a deep nagging insisted it wasn't.
"What's wrong with me?"
>It was a vague question with no real answer, but it had to be let out in the air.
>"Nothing is wrong with you, you are perfect. Don't try to understand why or how, you don't need to worry about that anymore."
"Anymore?"
>An eerie echo follows the word.
>"That's right. You're safe, you have me here to protect you."
>You. You...
>Wait, you? But this isn't you. Is it?
>There's a sudden throb within your brain, as if a large abscess just burst flooding your mind with information
>Images, sensations, experiences...
>These are from your life. This is you.
>It only takes a few seconds for you to realize that, currently, you aren't 'you' at all.
>You're not a little foal.
"What's happened to me?!"
>Alarm and fear puncture your sobs as you recoil from the embrace.
>Feeling as if you'd just awoken for the first time, your eyes frantically dart around.
>Everything is ginormous. The walls seemingly tower for miles; the ceiling so high up it was practically out of view.
>Then, curled up next to you, its eyes ever watchful...
>A horse?
"Who are you? Where is this? What am I?"
>Quivering your questions, you stare fixed at the one before you.
>It smiles before sitting up and placing its head over yours.
>"Call me Mama Blackbox" she smiles before licking your head.
"M-mama?" you stutter at this absolute lunacy.
>She just smiles again.
>"Yes, that's right. They all ask for me to raise them, but they never remember who or why they exist."
>There was a slight hint of sadness in her eyes, even if her expression hid it.
"I... asked for this?"
>She nods, her eyes growing sympathetic
>"You did, little one. And I was the who gave it to you."
>Standing up, she turns her back to you.
>"I'm sorry."