Chapters The monotony of the walls starts to crumble, their form disappearing into an empty noise, or maybe you're just losing it.
But in the distance, a small shimmer could be seen. You didn't know which direction you were going towards, to be honest; you don't even know if you moved that far from the start. Everything felt the same, but that, that was different.
A small gem floated, as if held by magic, and it was not white, it was...
It was green.
You should have thought about this before, so when you would have faced the colors again, you would have been ready.
You try to think, what does green mean?
Green is the color of lush forests and empty hillsides.
But green isn't used so much, think about it. Green is oddly unnatural in a natural way.
But how would you know how that feels? You've never seen a forest; you've never seen anything other than these empty halls.
But yet, you can't even seem to value death. What does dying even mean if you aren't alive?
But then you saw it, far away did the walls shape themselves back up again.
Maybe you could finally leave,
Nebula couldn't believe what she saw. It was a magnificent gravel-gray pegasus, with a striking yellow and orange-striped mane. Her eyes were a piercing light brown, and her cutie mark seemed to represent a circular calendar made of wood or copper, as if she were always on an mission transcending time and space.
"This can't be me!" you gasped. For the first time in your life, you felt full, you became something.
You weren't sure if this was thanks to this "Stellar." While he may have created you, he insisted that you had made yourself this magnificent, this stunning.
Stellar was strange, you said, now alone again. While you were crying and shouting at him, his voice remained calm, even a little saddened by the hate you had directed at him. He genuinely sounded sorry for not being able to give you the best, and he seemed to have conflicts of his own.
Even stranger, he introduced himself as Stellar and Stargazer. Maybe the second one was just a pseudonym, but why would he want to hide his real identity, and why would he reveal it to you? You tried to put everything in place, but were still lost if between sympathizing with that odd character or just ignoring him.
"That's a good way to resume him," another voice echoed through the empty and vast world around you. This time it was more feminine and a little less calm and compassionate.
"Who are you?" you asked, a little startled by the appearance of a second voice.
"I go by Colibri, but that's just a codename!" answered the voice quickly. "When I found myself lost in Stargazer's world, he raised me like an apprentice, and now I'm helping him cut ties with a secret agency that doesn't really like him."
This was... strange to say the least. For most of your life, you felt alone, empty, and now you met your creator, found your true self, and had been faced with so many revelations you thought you might explode from processing errors.
"Anyway, Stargazer is gone now, and I need to finish something before leaving. He told me to paste this into your storybook once he was gone."
As the voice pronounced her words, the world shifted. The empty walls and floor started to colorize as the sky seemed itself incrusted in stars, the sun, and the moon. The place you were standing on became a cliff, and an enormous observatory was building itself on the side, half of it hovering above the void that was slowly becoming an endless sea.
The building itself was magnificent, arranged in all the colors of the rainbows. A tower stood tall, ending in a dome with a telescope. The side of the tower was arranged like the home of a fisherman or a lighthouse keeper. On the side, above the sea and supported by two magnificent fir pillars, was a gigantic open-air library, filled with books of all colors.
"You see, Nebula, Stargazer wanted you to become the worlds-keeper. Each of those books is the story of a creature on a world, some are true worlds, some are fake, but each of them feels real to the ones who are in them. The telescope on top of the tower is a lens towards those worlds, allowing you to see what the characters feel. It took him almost a decade of story writing, proofreading, and research to end up with it working. You were his biggest project, Nebula. He started to make you before I was even here!"
This was a lot to take in for you, and as you approached the building, you could see a sign placed on the wall, with "For Nebula" written on it.
You started to understand what he meant by "you can write your story yourself." You were now the keeper, the guardian of all those worlds. You were made for that. But destiny wasn't already written, and this didn't seem to be the worst life ever. The place was nice, you had infinite stories, and just needed to guard this knowledge. Maybe that's what your cutie mark was for, this forever time-watcher you became, an eternal companion for an eternal guardian
Is red your color?
It's hard to describe a color, as it is only defined by itself.
But why?
BUT WHY?
Your head is starting to hurt, if you even have one.
No, it isn't the time to think about yourself. You need to remember, is red your color?
No, focus on the task. What does red mean?
Red is a warm color.
You look around again. What is this world anyway?
Red is bad, red is the color of evil, the one who fights for power, for wealth, the "Bad Guys."
Oh, no Big Mac!
Or does it?
You can't remember, and all of this is starting to give you a headache. Maybe you should just walk away.
Daydreaming again?
You may not know yourself, but it doesn't feel like red represents you really.
You feel calm, not angry, nor bloodthirsty!
Maybe you should go deeper; there is an opening to your left.
The sound of metal falling onto stone could be heard behind, and you can't help but look for what it was.
The bucket had fallen on its side, red paint dripping on the ground like a bloody murder scene.
Yeah, Red definitely isn't your color.
The quartz walls started to fade into a bigger opening; the clearing was spherical, like an observatory for the clouds and the sky, with small pillars of stone arranged around, mimicking nonexistent constellations.
How do you know the exact shape of all constellations but not even your name?
"Long," you aren't sure, it feels... wrong.
Everything is still white, but something stands out in the center of the clearing, on a pedestal, it's...
A long cylinder is placed atop the white room, colored in various shades of blue, ranging from a snow-light to a night-dark.
Maybe blue is your color, you think out loud, it's not like anything will hear you anyway.
Blue is a colder color, and a very common one.
Maybe you're dark blue, like the night sky, it's a blend-in color, and also strangely calm.
Yeah, dark blue hits too close to home, maybe it would be best to take a break from "alone."
What about light blue? It isn't the night...
But Rainbow Dash is blue, and she doesn't feel bland.
Just when you thought you were done with those existential crises, here they come again, galloping!
Blue wasn't your color anyway.
Yellow!
Yellow is your color!
Yellow is hope!
Your surroundings start to fade away again, but this time, colors are appearing everywhere.
That's it, you found your color!
Yellow, Orange, Brown.
You ran, beckoning for the renewal that yellow, orange, and brown would give you.
Those are the colors of dawn; it is a new beginning, but also an end.
You shake your head again,
The world shimmered around you; you felt yourself change. The colors were gone again, but you could see yourself, you could feel yourself.
It wasn't consistent for now; your hooves were almost fluid-like and seemed they would fall apart, yet they didn't.
You looked again at your hooves; they were almost see-through. You then turned to your flank, but there was no flank to look at. It was like the world didn't totally decide what creature you were.
But the world was still white.
It wasn't lining up, you found your color, didn't you?
It's strange, everything is black and white in this world, but when colors appear, they are shaded with themselves.
The hallways started to fold on themselves, becoming smaller and smaller, almost forcing you to crawl.
"Ouch!" That was your muzzle; you just bumped into a wall, but this one was different. It seemed friable, almost like glass, and even though you couldn't see much, you could swear this wasn't black nor white.
With a powerful blow, you shattered the wall, finally entering a wider room. The room was still white, but the small shatters of glass on the floor weren't; they were purple and pink.
No, purple is the color of magic, of the unknown, of corruption...
"Focus, Dumb whatever-pony," you shouted to yourself. To who else could it have been for?
Take Twilight, for example; her purple symbolizes magic!
You turned on yourself, walking in circles as you reflected on what you were. Maybe it was pink all along?
Maybe you aren't made for colors.
Maybe that was it after all, you tried to flee the white and black for so long, but what if it was what you were meant to be?
If you think about it, it make sense, every time you tried to tie with a color, nothing was black and white, so what about black and white themselves?
This, this feel strange, it's the last option, and it seem logical, yet you arent truly sure of it.
If only you knew who you were, where you are, why and when.
You could only wish to rest, you aren't exhausted, you don't even think you could ever be, but you just wanted to stop and lay on the ground.
Wake Up, &#è@ç~
Black is darkness
Both are bad, Both are good.
Your just like me, you can't decide.
I cannot wait anymore.
If you can't make a choice, I'll have to leave you for now!
"What, who are you?"
Me?
"So you made me?"
Yeah...
"And who I am?"
I don't know, I'm stuck
"What do you mean? You created me!"
I know, But i don't know what for, i started making you to fulfill a prupose, and now i don't know how to continue.
"..."
...
"..."
I'm waiting for you to choose for me.
"So you are telling me that this is all your fault? I'm stuck here because 'Mister the Writer' has no idea what the name of his creation even his?"
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, calm down, It important that you choose!
"Then do it, Do you know what it is to be stuck in eternal limbo, running around trying to find what you truly are 'Mister the Writer'?"
You couldn't guess how much i know...
"Wha- ?!?..."
I... I'm sorry, but I need to go, I don't have time.
"No! Don't go, I didn't want to be mean..."
It's not your fault Nebula, but i'm sure you can write your story yourself, look at how much you've made!
"I barely did anything, i don't even have a race or a color!"
You should look into your reflection, Nebula, You made so much, I'm so proud of what you've done.
"Before you leave, what's your name?"
I go by Stargazer here, but deep down, I'm still Stellar, the fallen star.
"So you're Stellar,"
Bye, Nebula.
"And I'm Nebula."
Maybe you are shaded, you nod,
You turn back on the room, there are still some shards on the ground, and one of them seem reflective enough.
"That's... That's Nebula... That's Me!"
