Following Dreams

You slowly open your eyes. Yep the same old room with the hallway that turns to a dead end.

"H-hello? Mysterious mare?" You call.

Well, that's what you wanted to do. Your mouth seems to weigh the amount of canterlot and manehatten combined. You mind yourself confined, again, to the same spot where you stand every single time. Right smack dab in the middle of the room. The room is just your ordinary stone room with a single light at the end of the hall. You don't see the mare anywhere though. But instead, a piece of poetry rest in your hoof. Having no other choice, you start to read said poetry. In the back of your mind a small mare's voice starts to read. It's bubbly and bright as it reads on.

Who am I?

Who am I?

I am a nobody. A piece of silt.

Maybe I'm you? It's possible.

I get pushed down by the winds of fate... yet, your ocean keeps me from falling.

Am I an angel, or a demon... A ghost or a ghoul?

I don't know what I am... I am dirt.

No, I am a fool... Yet I can grow stronger.

Limitless possibility... The same as your endless sea.

Build me a raft... And I shall sail away. Sail away where no one but us could find ourselves.

I am I. You are you. We are not the same, yet we are not different.

You are the air that I, the eagle, soar upon. You are the candle that lights my way through the fog of lies.

I am the butterfly that you follow, hoping to find excitement.

I am the demon, who will stray you from your path

I am all those and more... but really... I am a fool.

A worthless, selfish old fool. A fool that has led the stars to the moon.

But maybe... the real fool is you?

Who could have written something like this. At the bottom of the paper is a stream of bubbles.

'A cutie mark...' You think.

You find yourself able to move, Unlike every other time where a cloaked mare would stand at the end of the hall, taunting you.

"But where is she?" You wonder aloud, finding yourself able to speak.

"You've come." A voice says behind you.

The speaker's voice is elegant, yet rough. You turn around to find yourself staring at the same mare who keeps taunting you.

"Who are you?" You ask, utterly confused.

"I... Cannot say." She says.

You glare at her and sigh. You closed your eyes for a moment and when you opened them, the mare has disappeared.

"Where did she go!?" You yell.

Suddenly the room starts to close in. You panic a bit before losing conciseness.