A large, open, field of flowers accented with a bright blue sky littered with soft clouds.
        A filly, as purple as the crocuses that surround her.
        A gaze as innocent as can be, and as blue as the sky above.
        She runs, laughing a care-free laugh.
 
        But she is not alone.
 
        A pony, foal-sized, exposed, yet hidden.
        A mask, leathery and white.
        A sunset colored scarf.
        It watches from afar, a mechanical breath in its throat.
 
͞"̧͘̕I̧͡ d̵o̶ b̧e̷͞l͡҉i͢ȩv̸͘e̷̴.̨͞͝"
̡͞ ̀"͏́̕I͏̶t̷͢ ̶is̵͡ ͘t̴͢i̡̡͘m͟͞e.̴"̨͘
͝͝ ͘"̢̢F̷̧͠o̸͟҉r̢ t͡h̀i̛̛s̀ ҉f̶͟͠i͘͝͡l̕̕҉ly͢."͡
̸̵ ̡̀"̛To̶̡ b̴̡҉ȩ͟ ̧r̡̧e͟҉̴un̡̡̢i҉t҉e̵̷d͏̛.̸̶"̷͞
͞ ̸̷͘"̨W̷҉i̧̨t͠͏͘h́ ͟҉̶t̸w͟o͢͡ ̨s̵̕t̨͜r̸̀̀an͠g̶̴er̸͡s̸̡.̶͘"̵̕
̧ ͘͢"̛T̢ó ̵͜͢e͘͝àc͟͝h̕ ̀o̴̶͝t҉̴h̷͢e̵͘͝r҉͏́.̷"͜͝͡
͡ ́́"D͘͝o͘͠n'̵͜t͞ ̶̧͘y̶̵o̕u ̕a̢͝g͜͡re͟e̷͜͝?̀"̸̀