Back , from the Fashion Museum:

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I had enjoyed my studies, the classes had been fun.

The Touch pad had been a success, my sister had eagerly helped me setting it up for me. Now I can listen to the voice of my teacher, explaining everything to me; while I read the text, looking at the illustrations of the subject at hoof.

Yes, yes; the subject at hand, you would say. Just that I wear these stockings, lending me a full set of hooves; while I am studying: thus it is At hoof, to me.

I had spent hours; studying, on this Touch-pad now. I had just left it, for a moment; in order to enjoy my lunch, before I had returned to my studies.

First I just pause the class, as I untangle myself from my studies; before I jump down from my bed, landing on my own four hooves. It is, just that natural to me now.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I hit the floor.

”Oh, oh..” I giggle, as it hits me.

Of course, my hooves had been hard the other day; but now they are considerably harder than the other day, after my sister have offered me the manicure and pedicure. Though I guess, I should be referring to that as: Hooficure, now. Considering how I am in the more of less fully Equine form, as a Pony.

Had I looked down, at my hooves; I would have noticed, that they are the same metallic electric blue as my nails had been painted. Just that it never occurred to me, to look down to confirm the colour of my hooves.

Why?

I squee, as I’m galloping on the spot in excitement.

As I calm down, the door is opening up and I trot out of the room in a much calmer manner.

”Clippety, clop; clippety, clop; clippety, clop..” is heard, as I continue through the living room.

I feel the smooth floor, under my hooves; it just feels normal, and comforting. The floor is clean, not even a speck of dust to be seen.

Of course, I had reverted back to my equine form as I slipped the stockings on; finding everything perfectly normal, just as the other day.

Just so odd, that I am still finding it unsettling and discomfortable to revert back to my old self. As if I had been reverting back, to something lesser than myself. Though it is slowly growing more and more familiar to me, with each and every time I am experiencing it.

”Class dismissed!” my sister exclaims, as she spots me trotting out of my room.

”Yes, Sis!” I respond; ”Thank you!” I continue.

”However; if you intend to go out, you will have to dress up in a full set of boots!” she informs me.

”Yes, Sis..” I respond; ”Thank you, for reminding me..” I continue.

As I continue, out into the cloaking-room; I notice, that she had indeed already prepared the boots for me. I have a full set of matching black shoes standing in the shoe rack.

”I guess, these are what she had referred to..” I ponder, as I am approaching the shoe rack.

There is a set of crystal-clear shoes, on the upper floor of my shoe rack as well. These would be intended for indoors use, I assume.

She has her own, private shoe rack; in which she is storing her shoes, when she is not using them. Both the human shoes, and the equine once. Both the black and the crystal-clear once; still resting comfortably, waiting for her to put them on. Since she had been bare-foot, as I saw her; all her human shoes, remaining in waiting.

”I love walking bare-foot too!” I ponder, remembering myself moving around in our home.

We had always been running around barefoot, everywhere; back in the days, where we were little girls. That is in the past; but I still remember this, with great fondness nonetheless.

I pick up my new equine shoes, one at the time; right and left, hind and fore. Putting them onto the floor, as I step onto them; or, into them. Soon noticing, how these shoes cling to the sole of my hooves; comfortably and securely staying on, as if nailed on.

Yes, I know; the expression feels uncomfortable to me, if I try to picture shoes nailed onto my hooves. Maybe I am still thinking of it; as if human shoes had been held into place, with nails hammered into the soles of my feet? That certainly would have been painful. Not to mention, messy; with me leaving trails of blood, wherever I go.

I am still a human, even in my fully equine form; all my old memories and experiences, based on the existences as the human I had been born as.

I can’t just shake these memories, or experiences off of me; like a dog is shaking the water off of her fur, as soon as she is stepping out of the water of the pond she just stepped out of.

These memories are based upon the events, that shaped me; made me into the person I am today. Losing just one of these, would have changed me into someone else. I don’t even want to think of this, for a moment.

Strangely enough, the shoes barely register; as I am wearing them, while I am walking to the door. These shoes are not held in place by either nails or glue; but fuses temporarily, in magical fashion.

”I could use some fresh air!” I ponder, as I move over towards the door.

Just before I reach the door, it slides up before me; as it had unlocked, for me. All I need, is to apply my magic; the door is unlocked, opening for me. Simple, easy.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I trot out of our home.

The door quietly closes behind me, as I had stepped out; locking securely, once it is firmly closed. I continue, without a thought; as I trot away from the door and out onto the street.

”Clip-itty, clop clop; clip-itty, clop clop..” is heard, as I gallop down the road and out towards the nearest park.

The street is empty and devoid of people. Neither pedestrians, nor cars or bikes are to be seen. I had chosen a good time, to get out on a comforting gallop. I had known it, before I had left my home, I had chosen the time, knowing I am free to move at my leisure.

The high stonewalls are lining the gardens, with trees and bushes peeking out over the top of the fences.

As a Pony, I am a full four feet tall; these branches are well above my head. I just appreciate the shade lent to me by the green leaves overhead as I continue down the road.

I feel the scents, of the trees, bushes and herbs surrounding me, as I continue to gallop on my way to the park; enjoying myself, and the new-found freedom I had just grasped for myself. with the means, gifted to me by Rarity herself; I had taken upon myself this form, sizing its wonders such as I see them for myself.

Though there is more, to the surroundings; than merely the sights, the sounds and the scents: I have yet to explore and master. As the Pony, I sense something more; something previously unknown to me, in the form of the ambient and all-encompassing magic in the ether in which I found myself swimming now.

I need but reach out, and I can grasp it. Though it is more, than I am ready to experience; since I am inexperienced of this layer of the reality. The ether of magic had always been here; but now I had been opened up, to see the world with the eyes of a Unicorn.

I am not Rarity, bound by her sensibilities. I am still the very same person I had always been; only with the equine form, permitting me to experience and explore what is before me and surrounding me.

I knew, I had to stretch my legs; to experience the freedom and the elation of movement, just as I knew I do need the exercise too. I had been trapped within the walls of the Museum, and I had trapped myself with the bonds of my studies; now I had broken free, to grant myself the benefit of a moment in the fresh air of the outside.

I had earned this, by the diligence of my persistence; but my body is still demanding this of me, even in this equine form as the Pony I am now.

Not that I know, of how this changed me; how it is affecting me in body, spirit and needs. I just felt the urge and the calling; for me to step out, to enjoy the freedom of the breeze of air through my mane.

I am not a rebellion, just as I am not rebelling; I am just following the call of my heart, following the urges of the body I am in. Stretching my legs, enjoying the experience of a brisk gallop along the street.

This is something I am going to do again, I will be repeating it in the future. Why shouldn’t I?

While the landscape is flying by, I don’t feel as if I am faster than I had been before; my senses, as well as my perspective had changed right along with my body. As the equine I had turned into, this speed is just as familiar and commonplace; as if I had been running down the street the days before, in my human form.

”This, feels so incredibly good..” I realize; ”this is what I had been missing; all the time I was studying at home and indoors, even if it had been quite fun!” I ponder.

Gate, by gate; rushing past me, as I continue to gallop down the street. The gates, to the gardens I am passing on my way to the park.

Each gate, hiding the path to the entrance of a home; where someone is living, possibly even someone I knew and still know. Some of these; are friends, or classmates of me and my sister.

Who they were, and who they are; I do not know, but I will still recognize all my friends even if they do not recognize me in this form. My memories intact, I am recognizing everything I had seen before; but since my form is radically changed, into this equine form. How could I expect anyone to realize or recognize me for who I still am; even if I imagine, they should still recognize my voice. My voice, did not change for all I know; I am still the same little girl, inside.

The surroundings are still the same, but they look different now; with the wider field of vision and the magical aura as the final layer on top of my view. Each sense, blending in; to make up the image I now see, before me as I continue to gallop down the street.

While the streets are not directly desolate; with all the signs of the residents still here, there are no people here right now.

Of course, the inevitable does happen, and I do reach the park; the originally intended destination, I had been intending to see. I slow down, to a slow trot as I am approaching.

There is a large, impressive stone gate; looking, as if carved out of the bed-rock under the ground. The gate, in a sense just a part of the larger stone fence; even if the fence itself, had been extended with a metal structure.

The gate, permitting me entrance with perfect indifference. It is after all just a large stone structure. No enchantment, or any device intended to guard this gate.

What is behind, is a beautiful park.

In reverence, I enter the park; maintaining a measured gait, a slow trot. Nothing else, would even be conceivable to me. Maybe Rarity had affected me, changed me deeper than I could possibly have understood; but the perceived beauty of the park, moves me to the very core.

”Clip, clop, clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as my hooves are hitting the hard stones the path had been laid with.

I see the stone-plates of the path; taking me into the park, as I continue to trot forwards. The hard stone, feels warm under my hooves; teasing, and pleasing my senses.

The green grasses, lining the path; upon which I trot, as I continue. In the light of the sun, I see the green shades glitter and glimmer as I continue ever forth. Is this just the mundane grass of your lawn?

”Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth.

For now, I am staying on the path; trotting on the stones, enjoying the noises my hooves are making.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I continue along the path.

While I may have been here, before; but this is the first time, I am here in the body of a Pony. As an equine, everything is different; very different, considering how magic is put into play. Of course, I am much shorter; as a quadruped Pony, than I had been just a few days back in my old human form.

Maybe, just maybe; my tastes and sensibilities had changed too, twisting the perspective further.

I just can not put a finger, or hoof onto exactly how, or just how extensive the changes are or how much it affects my perspective either.

Even with horse-shoes, my hooves are harder than the shoes I wore as the girl I had been. While I guess I could have been wearing high heels, just for the comparison; but that had never been my thing, even if I may be just a bit young for this in the first place. Maybe I should try it, just a few times; just for the perspective, but I have heard the way they make noises.

I should not claim, I do not like shoes, or buying them; enjoying the way it feels, to put on a new pair of shoes. I should be shopping with my sister; buying a few more in a week, or two. Just for the joy of going out together, shopping is fun; I love, for us to go out and buy something together.

However, I had been buying so much; as we were visiting the Museum of Rarity’s fashion, my budget is taxing. We can’t just go out and buy the shoes, just because it is fun.

Besides, I have studies to look forward to; I had discovered a new-found joy in my studies. I picture her enjoying her studies, too. Why shouldn’t she? Why, indeed.

She is my sister, she is me; if I enjoy my studies, so does she. She is me, another me; but in another body, but still largely identical to me. Since I had always had her with me, I am so used to her being there; it would just be unthinkable, not to have her by my side. Even more so, than it would have been for you; to hear her there, by your side.

Even when she is not in the room, she is there. She is with me, in spirit if nothing else.

However, now she is even closer to me, I can speak to her any time I so choose.; knowing she will respond, just as I would respond if she asked me something. I guess this is just in my nature, our nature; being the twin, identical to her, always having her there beside me.

While she does not see the park, with my eyes now; I know, she will understand and recognize what I tell her.

”Peonies!” I exclaim, as I come across the three foot tall bushes.

They’re currently in full bloom; sporting these lovely, large, purple blossoms all over.

I had made an involuntary retake, as I gasp. The beauty, in my eyes; breathtaking, as it were. Maybe I had chosen this path; unconsciously knowing these Peony bushes would be here.

Only now, as Pony; these bushes feel much larger, than I would have been remembering them. These bushes are towering now; while I would have been looking down at them, in my previous form as human.

I’m musing, at their beauty; just as I find the naming so funny, in this very moment. It is almost, as if they had been named in the form of a pun; pointing a hoof at me, with a delicate chime on their voices.

”Did you say Peony?” I hear my sister chime in, just a moment later.

”Yes, Sis!” I respond.

”I will just have to see the Peonies!” she exclaims, in excitement.

”Yes..” I chime; ”You certainly have to, they’re so beautiful!” I continue.

”Of course..” I ponder; ”I knew she loves these Peonies, just as I do!” I continue.

I had stopped, before the Peony closest to the path; enjoying its scent, close up. Though I enjoy its beauty as well. Just had never been expecting, just how the blossoms shimmer in the light. They never had before; but then, I had never been a Unicorn before either.

While I may not have been Unicorn before; but it does not scare or bother me, but is rather quite fun. Who would have thought?

Now I am standing before that one, brave Peony; sniffing, for its lovely scent. Though I stay in place, for just a few minutes. Now, I take a step back, onto the path of hard stones; before I continue to trot down the path, forwards. Ever forwards; never stopping or slowing down.

As I continue down the path, I had chosen; I soon find myself approaching a particularly beautiful stand of proud beeches, standing to the right and left of the path. Though the leaves, are no longer that spectacular spring green they were; earlier, in the middle of spring.

Yet, these trees are lending a special serenity, to the path; as I continue to trot forwards, even if I stop to take in the scenery. I could not just continue; as if I had not been moved, or touched by its beauty.

The beauty is apparently obvious in the scenery, but the serenity is expanded by the ambient glow of the ether I am trotting through; as I am continuing along the path, between the beeches standing in the path I had chosen. Did I choose the path; because it takes me up to the Peonies and through the stand of Beeches, but it is certainly a path I enjoy to trot.

Had I not been a Pony, a Unicorn; I would have missed out, on what is now surrounding me on all sides. Is there a Unicorn, among the people planning this park; or is it just the blind luck, I had found the park touching me?

I do not know, I can not know; but I guess it is something I could investigate. If for nothing more, than to satisfy my curiosity. Being in the prime of youth, should lend me the drive of curiosity; unless I had been unfortunate enough, to have my curiosity starved, violated or just forcibly crushed outright.

The beauty of the park, lifts my spirit on its large and beautiful wings; letting me soar amongst the stars, for the duration of my stay.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as my hooves hit the path, as I continue to trot the path I had chosen.

It is not so much the trees, that slow me down; as the awe of the surroundings, and the inherent beauty that slows me down. I do not wish to rush through, thus shortening the experience; when I can trot slower, and prolong the experience in a manner that enhances this moment.

The luscious, frisky green grass; standing tall under the light filtered through the leaves of the beeches. It feels so soft, under my hooves; when I do step off of the path just enough to get under a large spot of open sunlight.

Is this particular joy and pleasure derived from being a pony? Yet, I am fairly sure; I enjoyed running over the soft grass, as a little girl too. It feels, almost as if this grass had been designed; with the purpose of being enjoyable, to walk or trot over. Just as its green colour, is pleasing to the eye.

Now I had stepped off of the path, in order to enjoy these soft grasses under my hooves. Finding myself enjoying the experience, just as much as I had been led to believe; going on my old experience of being a little girl, as my equine instincts eagerly are claiming. While I guess I could have refused the urges, but now I am happy I had not.

The feel of the green grass under my hooves, is not quite what I had been expecting; based off of my experience, of walking over and running through the grass of my early childhood. Though it is just as pleasant now; even with the shoes I wear.

My shoes are protecting my hooves against the wear and tear, or more precisely, the stockings I wear under the shoes. What would happen, if a stocking was worn down, I do not even wish to consider.

I love the equine form I am currently in. Not just for the aesthetic reasons; but also, for what the Unicorn it turned me into offers me now. It is not just the stockings themselves, that turned me into a Unicorn however; but the horn I had placed onto my head, aside from probably specific character traits I have. Traits I share with my sister. She is after all an identical twin.

While I may not be quite as tall as I had been, standing a full five foot as human; but I certainly am just as large, in my Pony form. Though I guess, the size is not what is turning me on; but I am excited about everything I am, as a Unicorn now. I see things, in an entirely new lite; my senses expanded, enhanced beyond my wildest dreams.

Having the magic is one thing, but I am not a Wizard by any means; I merely use my magic, to perform the mundane tasks of my everyday life. Yet, it is still enhancing my experience in this park.

I am enjoying myself, as I am enjoying the experience; trotting through the park, in a measured gate.

Just, the bliss of the moment; holding me in place; as I continue, exploring this one moment.

Why not? I do enjoy it.

Shouldn’t I?

Why?

This, is a part of who I am. Who I had always been, even before I knew.

Now, I am a Unicorn. Trotting through this proud stand of beautiful Beeches.

I love it.

Though everything has to come to an end. I find myself, stepping out of the stand; as I continue to follow the path.

The path, I had chosen.

My path.

Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I continue along the path.

The grass is green, the sun is bright.

I enjoy the moment, as I am stepping into the light behind the stand of Beeches.

There is a fork, in the road; I take the right path, continung along on my trot through the park.

Enjoying myself, enjoying the beauty of the park; elated, awestruck.

Softly, gently I set down each hoof, taking another step and another.

Soon, the path is lined by roses. Red roses.

Beyond the roses, I see the Cherry. Cherry trees, in bloom, the blossoms just bursting out in beauty.

I had apparently chosen the day, symbolizing the beauty of Youth. The first of the three days these Cherries will be in bloom.

I am looking up, seeing the pink cherry-blossoms crowding the trees before me. Classical Japanese five-petal cherry blossoms.

Now, I am trotting along, on the path; making intermittent stops: stopping to stare, ogle and gawk at the beauty of the blossoms of Youth.

Only the shimmer in the ether, coalescing around the petals of these blossoms in harmonious synergy.

”Wait," I ponder; ”I should take her here tomorrow, with a basket of goodies and a blanket..” I realize; ”then we can enjoy this together!” I conclude, as I enjoy the moment for all it is worth.

Of course, we could take the basket and blanket over here tomorrow; carrying the pick-nick, enjoying a day here together. I should, but that is tomorrow; I am here now, today. I am enjoying the moment.

Just trotting along the path, looking at the blossoms of the Cherry Trees.

Step, by step; I continue to trot slowly along the path, as I am enjoying the scent of the roses lining the path.

The scent of the roses, lining the path I trot is lovely. Though I am passing the spot, eventually; even trotting as slow as I am, just to make the moment last.

Slowly trotting on. The moment passes; as I clear the perimeter of the trees, as I pass the last of the roses.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I continue trotting down the path I had chosen.

I turn my head, looking at the cherry-blooms with dreamy eyes; affording the apparent beauty one last look. I turn my attention back, to the path before me; continuing further along the taken path.

Once I had pulled my eyes away, from the beauty of the cherries in bloom; I had turned my gaze back towards the path before me, quicken my pace to a comfortable trot.

After a few minutes of maintaining a measured trot, I notice the Daisies spreading out in the field of grass on both sides. These are not the Penny sized Daisies you commonly see in the lawn of a home; but the large variety, in beautiful colours: both the pristine white and the deep cerise once. Apparently, these Daisies are not just randomly scattered across the field; but grow in a distinct pattern.

As I am looking, there is a pattern, leading up towards the center of what is before me. Once I look up, the ancient linden tree is huge and timeless. Its leaves, lusciously green; as the season demands.

All of a sudden, this tree gives me the image; I am looking at the fabled world tree, as if it had been standing in this very spot since the beginning of time. Maybe it had, even if I can’t quite wrap my head around the mere thought. I had been here, in this very park before.

Trotting along the path, I am slowly getting closer and closer to the tree. Just as I start to get close, I notice an offshoot branch of the path taking me towards the Linden tree, so I choose to take it. Slowly trotting towards this one tree.

This path, is different. It’s laid with red marble. For some reason; it is also lined with strawberry plants, bearing fruits.

”Strawb’s” I ponder, as I am picking a few to sample; ”Yummy and oh so sweet..” I exclaim, as I slip the first into my mouth, slowly enjoying it.

While the strawberry plants are large and luscious, they are not remarkably different; from the plants one may have at home, just as the positioning is just as unremarkable.

These plants grow one by one, a full foot apart. Each plant growing to about one foot in height. There is no guard, and none care; beyond the general health of the plants, I am currently passing. I imagine, these berries are just here; for my personal enjoyment, and for the enjoyment of everyone else passing by.

”These plants, don’t quite look of this Earth!” I ponder, as I follow the path towards the tree.

The strawberry plants are still in the range of size and general appearance; but maybe this is what the Equestrian strawberries would look like? I do not know. Maybe this does not matter. It is just, what one would start considering; in the situation, I had just trotted into.

Picking the strawberries is easy, to me; just as I am sure, it would have been in my human form. Hands or magic, is all the same. I pick them, one by one as I go; never stopping, or directly looking at any of them. I just pick them, for the joy of the taste; these strawberries are very tasty, after all.

I do not have to look down, to see the strawberries; more and I have to look down, to see where I place my hooves. It is natural to me. I know where I have my hooves, and the ground upon which I step; just as I feel the strawberries, I am picking.

This is a special joy, one I had not particularly predicted; but one I am looking forward to, enjoying with my sister again and again.

I reach the tree.

Stopping, taking a pause; just as I reach the tree, only to confirm what I am seeing before me.

There is a strange shimmering, just before the outer layer of the tree’s skin or bark.

What I see, what I am looking at; looks as if it had been the surface of the water, in a regular pond. Only now, it is not on the ground, barely even touching the ground; but looks akin to a gate, or possibly an event horizon.

It is a bit dizzying, confusing to behold.

Yet, I continue to move forwards. Stepping forth, towards the open gate before me.

Step, by step, by step, by step; I continue.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I continue.

The air is calm, growing still as I am approaching the tree; as if someone or something was slowing the wind, or just pulling the movement in towards the event horizon.

Up until this point, I had but seen the effect; but as I move closer, I feel the pull through the ambient ether through which I move on my way up towards the tree. As I continue, the pull grows stronger and stronger still.

I stop, a foot from the horizon.

Now, I am lifting my right fore-hoof; tentatively probing its surface in an attempt to discern what I have before me.

At first, there is nothing. As I push forth, bravely; I soon feel the surface of the water, rippling under the sole of my hoof.

On instinct, I almost pull the hoof back; just as I am feeling the first tingling sensation, from touching the surface of this event horizon. It is dizzying. Unfamiliar, unfathomable, at first.

Though I feel something more, as I probe what I have before me.

Of course, it is there. It just is not, what I had been expecting; I could never have been prepared, as my experience can not be expected to cover, what I have before me.

The surface is smooth, yet ripping like water; but its surface is not made up by any matter, I could have been learning about at school.

One hundred elements, known to Man; this, is none of these.

Six elements, known by Equines; of course, this is none of these. Either.

Out of the four, five or six elements; known to Alchemy, Sorcery or any of the other darker arts, what is the difference? None of these, could match up; to what I have before me, what I am probing with my hoof.

What I have before me, is under space, between the substance; the pure ether or binding between the quanta of energy itself. I just have no name, for what I have before me.

How did this even appear before me?

I have no idea, and no clue is provided.

Pinkie Pie, could have explained it; giggling and laughing through the lecture, as if she had explained how to bake Muffins.

Twilight Sparkle could have explained it; with the precision of an experienced Scientist. Just glancing over her shoulder.

General Jack O’Neill would happily have explained the event horizon before me; with the excitement of the experience of an experienced explorer, tempered by the caution of a hardened military.

Whom of these should I have been asking? Neither of them are here. None is here, explaining to me; what I have before me, as I am probing the surface with my hoof.

I do know nothing of the mirror; the second persona with the same name, initially identical like my sister. Of course; they are not identical, they never were.

Line them up, side by side; on this side, or the other. What is the difference? If they are Human, or Pony; they are still two separate individuals, shaped by their experiences of the lives they had already spent. Living in the world, in which they were born; in the Human, or Pony form.

With nothing to guide me, and none to explain; I am left to my own devices, as meager as they may be. Or, if that is just an illusion, a mirage trying to hide, or distort the reality before me.

Probing the surface, like I would have been sensed the surface of the pond; feeling the smooth surface of the cool water. I feel, what is before me; what I see or sense, as if it had been there.

Is it there, or is it not; the trickery of Quantum flux, teasing and tantalizing.

Quantum, the back of Loki himself; the trickster, the god of misdirection.

Careful, and with the tentative stance; I continue, pushing forward slowly.

As I continue, interrupted; my hoof is pulled back, lending me the sensation of the surface pulling back in response.

Is this an illusion, or is it my tentative uncertainty; a reflection of me, as I had not really tried to pull back.

I see a reflection of myself. if it is there, if it is in the horizon as a reflection of me or the ether playing tricks on my mind; who is to say?

Yet, I push forwards; just another inch.

I feel another ripple. I am breaking through.

Had I just broken through the veil of the reality? Where am I to enter? What will become of me?

Another inch, and another, and another.

Another moment, and I step in; slipping into the horizon. I experience a vertigo as I am pulled in.

Slipping through the horizon, traversing time and space.

I enter, through the portal, ending up; planted into the other side, another reality.

Emotions rushing through me, as the reality was dissolved. I lost all sense of direction, location, self.

With the momentum preserved, I step out on the other side.

Where am I?

When am I?

I do not know, but I am alone. Just as I had been.

The tree behind me. I now sense, without turning around to see.

I had found myself standing, on a small square laid with red stone, not quite marble; yet it is red, and feels almost like the marble on the other side of the horizon. The other side of reality.

There are three paths before me. Right, left and forwards.

Of course, there is grass surrounding the square upon which I stand, on the other side of the border.