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Under her trotting hooves, shorn wing, a dead pig left to die...that walks, and a moon, a moon...no... a nightmare that never spent its end on any dusty rock. Rainbow, thrashing, and trembling covered in her own blood, sweat, and urine she may see more...in the woods, ribbed, ridged, and broken...
Then, she ever dared to dream.

A thousand word story of mood, and atmosphere, and vision's.

Content warning for discussions about
Death
Birth
Existence of foals
A single line that alludes to the death of a foal
Epilepsy ( a single seizure is depicted.)
Visions of sunsets and spooky thing's
These will in some way spoil the story. Read at your own risk. Thank you!