What is real and what is a dream? Twilight Sparkle has lost her memory concerning research she knows she spent months on. In its place is a dream, or is it perhaps something else entirely.

What makes something a dream, and what makes it real?
The finite space in time that feels infinite, is it perhaps more than mere fantasy. Is the secret hidden in the smell of seawater and salt?
Or is that merely the thing that binds it all together.

This is a modified version of a story that is not pony related I’m releasing in book form. The version published here is very different, yet in the same vein, as the story it is derived from.