Light

The sun, fire, god. The very blood in our veins carrying the essence of our creators, all morphing into empty words to the ears of us, the betrayed foals of war.

And yet... Rainbows are still made, somewhere far away, somewhere deep inside.

Gaze into the despair of a foal lost to the arms of fate. Dive into a ruined yet alive heart. A short story of disaster, through the eyes of a foal.