Journeys Through Equestria

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Hoofsteps on the desert plain. Saddles shake and wind gusts blow. The drums pound in the distance as the walls tower above my head. My head bobs to the heartbeat of the earth.

I close my eyes.

The sun rises over the plain, its harsh face gazing upon us. I sweat, and my shadow stretches across the land. It flexes into the distance, black upon the sand. I walk on, and my hooves sink into the dunes.

The clouds rise.

I stand above the world, on a dune, alone in the desert. Walls rise around me and fall to the ground, centuries passing without a caring thought. The drumbeat pounds.

Here, I can feel the beat of the earth. The life is strong here, bleeding into the shifting sands. The wind blows, and I feel her breath, hot against my face. I walk.

I plod through the sand. My shadow grows long, following me on my journey. My packs grow no lighter, yet my steps glimmer upon the unending sands.

The stars watch from day-lit skies as oases shift and grow beneath me. All eyes fall upon me, watching as the seconds flow like sand through an hourglass. My mane is sleek with sweat, yet still I walk.

I walk, as I have always walked. I run, but without running. I rise to the top of the dunes and leap.

The Sun watches over me, and I watch over the desert from atop my tower of sand. An infinity is the blink of an eye; a dune, with all the stars, naught but a grain of sand. I blink, and it disappears. My shadow dances below me, and more ponies come.

They come. I will still be here.