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.
 
?"???I?? d?o? b?e??l??i?e?v??e??.???"
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?? ?"??F???o???r? t?h?i??s? ?f???i???l???ly?."?
?? ??"?To?? b???e?? ?r??e???un???i?t?e??d??.??"??
? ???"?W??i??t???h? ???t?w?o?? ?s??t??r???an?g??er??s??.??"??
? ??"?T?o? ???e??a?c??h? ?o???t??h??e???r???.?"???
? ??"D??o??n'??t? ???y??o?u ?a??g??re?e?????"??