The ponies and him

Several days later...

"God damnit. God! Damnit!" I threw the piece of paper into the bin of trash. I couldn't believe the percentage of the score I got. I studied almost every day for a month just Freud. Freud every day. Freud through Monday to Sunday. I even started to dream Freud two days ago! Even then, I couldn't get the sufficient score to pass the test, which leads me that I failed the semester.

And today I started with the right feet out of the bed.

I went out the classroom. It had already finished, but, in my rant, like saying that I didn’t deserve this score to the teacer, and saying that I would do something, I forgot that everyone went out of class, except me.

"I'm the only one here," I said as I led my gaze through the empty hall. I thought about the test, and how it will affect to my parent's budge to pay me another semester of university.

"Not know!" I heard a voice by my right side. I turned my head to that direction and found a person going out through a door that led to somewhere else. Seeing him made me recognize him. I knew him: chubby contexture, brown to dark hair, tan skin and rounded face. Sebastian.

He is a good guy. I know him since a year ago from a friend. I haven't meet with him many times to have the trust to call him my friend, but nevertheless, he's a good guy.

"Hello, Sebastian, it's good to see you," I said as I gave him a brofist.

"Me too, friend, me too," He cheerfully agreed.

Although he always call me a friend.

"And why are you here, exactly?" I asked since he shouldn't be here at this hour, at least from what little I know of him.

"I was passing through my last class' classroom to find something I forgot, but then I remembered that you were still here, in class, so I waited a moment “He made a thoughtful face. "I saw that everyone but you were heading out of the class, so I peered if you were still there."- He smiled shyly, -"and you were still there, but you were angry, I saw it in your face, so I waited in my classroom until you relaxed yourself a little." He nudged me as I looked to the side in embarrassment. I blushed as I heard that.

"I'm sorry for that," I embarrassedly said, "I don't think that you should-"

He threw his right arm around me, interrupting me. "Don't worry, mate. Sometimes, people get mad, and it's normal to get mad. You can't control your emotions in total extense," he said reassuring me while he motioned with his hand to remark his last phrase.

I chuckled at his display of trust. "Yeah, thanks for that. But, can you release me?"

He heartily laughed and put more force on his arm on me. "Oh but why, Rick, why?"

He's like that. He's always behaving like a brother to anyone, from what people have told me. That's why we always greet each other with a brofist.

I saw someone at the end of the hall, and, regrettably, I recognized him. "Because my teacher is leading here?"

He looked to where I was looking, and released his embrace. I recognized that the teacher had a frown on his face. He was not happy, whatever the reason.

"Well," My teacher said, "I don't see an answer to the question of why are you here."

I tried to contain my anger that was, again, alive. He was the teacher of my last class. He was the one who gave me the score.

I felt a touch on my arm. "We were just searching for a thing that I forgot. Don't worry, we're leaving know," my friend said as he put his arm around me and started to walk out there. But I almost stopped as I heard a comment leaving out from my teacher's mouth.

"Do best next semester, Rick."

I think Sebastian noticed the strain in my muscles, so he accelerated the pace of his walk.

        As we walked out from the building and from the campus, Sebastian said, "Dude, relax."

I sighed. "Sorry, but I think you know why I am mad, and why I almost hit my teacher, right?" I asked with a hint of anger as we stood up outside the campus.

"I think I know, but there's nothing that we can do about it, Rick. Except one thing."

"What?"

He pointed across the street to a place. "Take something to eat."

I looked and chuckled. It was a café. "How is that going to help me now?"

He patted my back and smiled. "You're going to relax, my friend. And that's something you should do know," he said as he signed to follow him.

I did it. We crossed the street and reached the cafe. It was a little crowded since it was a common spot where university students spent their time after classes to eat something, to talk, and to know each other and talk about trivial topics.

We reached a near table and sit down. I zoomed out for a while to think about the score, and to think how my fathers would react to that.

        How am I going to say that they have to pay more for me? For MY education? I can say that, can’t I? How am I going to say that my sco-

        Sebastian touched me. "Dude, what do you want to eat?"

I came back to reality and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Score."

I gave him a confused face as he loudly laughed.

"Were you thinking about your score, right? Forget it!" he said as he threw me the menu. "Just forget about that and order something.” He put both hands behind his head and leaned back.

"Ok, ok, I'll forget about it, but only because you say it." My gaze passed through the dishes that were listed on the menu. "I think I'll have... –" I put a finger the menu. "–Grilled cheese."

"Excellent choice," he said as he stood up and walked to the waiter that was heading to us. He doesn't wait for his food, apparently.

I put my back on the chair and looked up, trying to relax and calm my mind. I closed my eyes, and started to wander through the machinations of my imagination.

I started to imagine that I was in my department and started to recreate various scenes, like what would I do if Felicity went in my apartment without me noticing, or what would happen if Christopher came to my apartment with Angela and Felicity, saying that they were just "passing by". They would happen to carry some system of audio with them, just "because". We would install it in the middle of the living room, and Felicity would plug in an iPod she would had on her pocket. It would start to sound dance music, and we would gradually start to move our hands in synchrony to the music’s beat. I would slowly start to tap with my feet on the floor and Christopher would start to clap. Angela would start whistle to the melody and Felicity would start to move her body in a slow manner, until she would start to dance on the middle of the floor, while Cristopher, out of nowhere, would bring out a DJ system and put it on my living’s table. I would grab some earphones, and start to DJ as more people would get in my apartment without me noticing, to see what was happening in my apartment, and they would be dancing with Felicity as she would be leading the choreography, dancing, dancing and dancing until the sun would be setting on the horizon. Meanwhile, Angela would had already put some neon lights around the apartment to attract more people.

I have a great imagination, or at least I can recreate scenes in my head quickly, and sometimes I imagine those things while dreaming. I started to recreate the scene again in my head, as if it were really there.

       I heard a voice in front of me. I opened my eyes and saw that the roof I was seeing was moving in various motions. "Dude, can you hear me? Dude, really, stop doing that, you're drooling!"

"What-what did you say?" I babbled as I broke my daydreaming and came back to reality. I headed my gaze down and saw my friend with a scared face looking at me like he just saw the death in person. I watched him for a second time and then saw around. Everyone was looking me. I felt something out from my mouth and put my hand on my mouth. I noticed a trail of saliva going down my face. I gazed down, and saw that my shirt was completely damped .I stared my shirt for ten seconds, and then realized what happened.

I put my face on the table, and slowly I started to feel more red and red.

I want to kill myself.

That was something that I didn't like of daydreaming. I would drool tons of saliva when I daydreamed. Every time. No exception.

I really want to kill myself.

But I noticed something hot on my face. Very hot, and it wasn't the blushing that was arising, that was sure. I retreated a little from the table I met with my face, and saw my chilled cheese.

Really.

Before that, everything was silent. After I noticed the chilled cheese, everything was laugh. Even Sebastian was laughing, almost falling from the chair.

I shouldn't have gone out from the department today.

After five minutes of laughing from everyone but me, everybody went to what they were doing initially.

I took a deep breath, and calmly said, "Sebastian-"

"You should have seen seen your face." He restrained his laugh as he saw that I wasn't laughing.

"Yeah..." I took another breath. "Can you really not tell anyone about this?"

"I think that I'll try." He seriously said, and then started to laugh again.

       One of the things that I really like about him is his laugh: loudly and heartily, almost contagious. But I didn't like it in that moment. I saw some gazes upon me, and I started to bury myself in the chair, even more I didn’t do it before.

"Don't worry." He patted my shoulder. "I don't think that you should worry about that. I don't think what happened is going to be known, don’t worry. Meanwhile eat your-oh I can't! Hahaha!" He started to laugh even more loudly than before. But now, he stood up, and wandered through the café as he tried to get out, all while he was laughing like he never laughed before. I buried in the chair more and more, just hoping that nothing of this would leak out of the cafe. Really hoped that it wouldn't leak out.

I started to eat my crushed chilled cheese, thinking that I didn’t hear nothing since Sebastian was still laughing, but now he was outside the cafe. I could hear it from where I was.

He really has a loud laughing.

...

As I finished my grilled cheese, Sebastian came in and sit in his spot. "Well, well, well, I think that was enough.” He took several deep breaths, closed his eyes, and relaxed as I took the last bites of my chilled cheese. Then, he opened his eyes and said, “Oh, almost I forgot, can you come with me to a meeting?"

"Emmm, what? A meeting?" I said before I drank a Coca-Cola that I bought when Sebastian was still outside.

"Yeah, a familiar reunion. At first, I didn't want to invite you since we never went out once to know each other better, but now -" He scrambled my hair like if I were a kid. "- you showed me that you're a good guy." He smiled, and glared to the table where his food should had been. "What th-"

"I don't think they gave your food," I plainly said.

"Oh right, they said they didn't have my sandwich. Not enough ingredients or something like that." He stared blankly to an empty space for a few second and then zoomed in. "Anyway, I want you to come with me to this reunion, if that it's okay with you."

I said, "I think I can. In a few days I'm going to end all the tests, and then I'm going to have a little rest." I thought for a moment. "But, why me?"

"Because you're a good guy, Rick, and also because I think you're a good comedian." He repressed a laugh.

"What? Oh, oh..." I said with a deadpanned tone. "And... about what is the family reunion?" I asked with a more normal tone.

"It's just a reunion that we do every year. Oh yeah, do you remember the time I told you about my family, right?"

"Eeeemmm." I just shrugged.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you again.” He put both hands on the table, and put his eyes on me, to listen carefully to him. “My family is mostly... rural. So they're pretty conservative, and they're mostly all farmers, except my parents, because, do you know that I'm studying agricultural engineering, right?"

"Nope."

"Well, now you know it." He smiled.

"And... how they're, Sebastian?"

"How “how they’re are”?”

"How is your family? Lovely, or grungy people?"

"Oh!" He smiled. "They're one of most friendly persons that you're going to meet in your life. Really, I can assure you that."

I smiled. I thought that I can trust him. "So... when is the reunion?"

"Today."

"What?"

"Today."

"But… when?"

He pulled off his cellphone. "Being sincere, we're are already late."

What?

"Come on, we have to go." He stood up, grabbed my arm, and took me out of the local without any strain from me.

"But you didn't even pay!" I loudly remarked him.

"They know me, they know that I'll be back." He said as he raised his hand to catch a taxi’s attention that was passing by. The taxi stopped in front of us, and we got in. I mean, Sebastian got me in and then he got in.

I was startled because of how my friend behaved in just a matter of a minute. It wasn't something I expected. "Why did you do that?" I raised my voice without being authoritative.

"Well, sometimes I'm impulsive, you know, but don't worry." He smiled at me.

In that moment I thought about something I learned in my classes, and from personal experience. A person has a personality, and traits of that personality are hereditary. From that think, I thought about Sebastian, and I hoped that he hadn't inherited the impulsive traits from his parents, because if that was like that, it would probably be like that for his family. I cringed at that thought.

...

"Here we are, mah friend!" He said as we stood up in front of a barn of the size of freaking three houses by side, and I don't know by how much of length, that was in the middle of the country like 5 km outside the town.

"...The reunion is in that thing?" I babbled as I saw the most grand barn that I have ever seen.

"Eeeyup!"

"Why did you start to talk like that?"

"I don't know, really. I think it's just the ambient." He shrugged. "Anyway, let go in?"

"Ok, as you say." I saw my friend open a door besides the building and I followed him.

Well... what I saw was...

Have you ever seen a stereotypic film about farm people? How the film show them?

       Well, if I hadn't been with “mah friend” by my side, I would have thought that I was in the middle of the recording of a film of that kind. But that wasn't the case, and Sebastian nudged me out of the trance of seeing all that people in just a barn, even if it was a big one. I thought I counted, at least, forty people. At least.

"Hey, come on, wake up." He started to move me from side to side.

"What?"

"So...?"

"So...?"

"What do you think?" He said.

"What should I think?" I muttered.

"I don't know, that's why I asked."

"Well... being sincere, I really didn't expect to be so much people here." I tried to count again how much people were there, but I couldn’t do it.

"Don't worry.” He made a malicious smile. "You're going to meet them now."

"What?"

He raised his hands, and clapped as loud as he could twice. Everyone's attention were now held on him.

Oh...

"My family," He put down his arms and put one around me. "I want you to meet one of my friends. He's a really good guy, and I want him to be greeted for that. So..." He leaved that phrase in the air, and people slowly started to gather around us.

It was like an infestation. They were slowly getting closer and closer. Then, the only thing I could saw were heads and Stetson hats. And hands that wanted to be greeted.

...

"I think that my hand would need a nice hydrotherapy." I said as I started to shake it because of the greetings that I had to make. "Some of the men here are oddly strong, though."

"Years and years of work,” he nonchalantly said as he leaved my side and grabbed me by my arm to follow him.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"To serve us something." He pointed to a table near us. It was loaded with various kind of food, from what I could see.

We got there and what I saw from before was nothing compared to what I could encompass with my sight. There was ANY kind of food. Pies, bread, fruits, vegetables, soups, BBQs, fried chicken, and other foods that I couldn’t recognize. I’m not a chef, so I didn’t care.

"Hey," my friend say, "The food was made to eat, not to be seen." He grabbed a piece of bread and melted some liquid butter on it. Wait, liquid butter?

"Is that... butter?"

"Why, yes." He smiled and went to a near table that was three meters away from us and started to eat.

Actually, there was any kind of food.

I shrugged, and grabbed some fruits and a piece of apple pie. Just when I grabbed the apple pie, a hand stopped me in mid-way.

I heard a strong accented feminine voice by my left side. "I don't recommend yah to eat that apple pie, darling. The apples weren't too good this season."

I turned by my left side, and saw a woman with a Stetson hat. That was probably what most attracted me most from her, and also that she was holding my wrist with a soft but strong grip.

"I think I got it, miss." I said as I tried to get off the grip of this woman.

"Oh, sorry about that." She released me, and I carefully rubbed my wrist. It hurt me like hell.

"You have strong hands," I said.

"Well, working in a farm is hard work. I think you know that, even if you don't look... toned." She said as she was looking me from top to bottom. "You... have never worked on a farm, haven't you?" she asked me with a doubtful tone of voice.

"No, I haven't."

"So why are you here, then?"

"My friend invited me." I did a smile as I tried to hide the pain from her.

"Oh, so you're Sebastian's friend?" She asked with natural curiosity and smiled. "Nice to meet yah, darling. I'm Jackie!" She started to shake my hand, and a wave of pain from my hand, through my arm and shoulder, went to my spinal cord. I cringed.

"It's nice to meet you too, Ja-Jackie, I'm Rick." I tried to get off the shake, but she was firmly shaking it. After a few seconds she released me, and I sighed that I wasn't suffering anymore.

"Are you okay? You don't look too good," she said as I sighed as the pain was quickly perishing.

"It's nothing, really. It just my hand hurts." I massaged the palm of my hand. A question crossed my mind as I did that, remembering something. "Didn't I greet you before? I mean, I had to greet everyone here, so that's why my hand hurts."

"Ah don't think I was in the moment when you arrived, darling. I just got here because I had to take care of some crazy cows that were outside."

When she was talking I noticed how she was physically in more detail. I took a quick glance up and down and made a mental image of her.

She had a slender but toned body from the work she does, I guess. She had a long, blonde hair that was knotted as a pony tail from what I could see where I was standing, and she had a Stetson hat on her head. She had a white but tanned skin, but not too much because I could see that she had freckles on her cheeks. She was wearing a buttoned shirt with short sleeves and with red squares on all the shirt. She was also wearing some light blue jeans, and boots.

"Hey, Rick, are you there?" She waved my hand in front of me. "Hey, Earth calling Rick, Earth calling Rick."

I zoomed out again.

"Sorry, I just zoomed out."

"Oh, I thought I lost you there, darling."

"Sorry, it's just something I do." I said, and added as I sighed, "Too much."

"Don't worry, it just happens, right?" She said as put her hand on the hat, and adjusted it. "Well, I think I have to go. I just made a break from work by being here, but I have to work. Goodbye, Rick, it was nice to meet yah." And with that, she turned around and leaved me there.

A few seconds later, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I said, "Sebastian."

"What's up, friend?"

"Nothing, I just knew that it was you."

"I think you just met my cousin Jackie, am I right?" He put in front of me. "What do you think of her?" He smiled deviously. "Is she hot?"

"I just met her, as you said. How can I determine if she's hot or not?"

"By looking her as you did. From up and down." He noted his last phrase by moving his finger up and down.

He saw me.

"Well... I was just... looking her because I... she seemed to be like a person that I used to know!" I nervously said.

Yeah, that'll do, that'll do.

"I wish I knew you better to know when you're lying or not." He smiled and sighed. "Well, do you want to eat something after your little talk?" He gestured to the table. "Just eat anything. Everything's great," He leaned forward and whispered. "From personal experience." He leaned backward, laughed heartily and gave me a pat on the shoulder.

"I think I can trust you in that." I put on my hand the plate that I grabbed before and started to gather a variety of foods, like lettuce, a roasted beef, tomatoes, potatoes, a glass of water and a piece of the apple pie that Jackie said that it wasn't good, just to taste how it was.

We went to a table near the banquet of food, put our dishes there, and sit down.

I put a piece of the apple pie in my mouth and a sour taste hit my tongue. "This IS bad," I said as I grabbed the glass of water and drank of it.

"What? The apple pie?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah, it is sour, not sweet."

"Meh, sometimes happen. Don't eat it." He grabbed a piece of my apple pie and eat it. "It isn't that bad, actually."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that you can eat it." I put my arm around the apple pie.

"Oh, sorry for interrupt your legally precious personal space that was bounded with your apple pie, Sir Rick." He said with a strong hint of sarcasm and laughed.

I sighed and laughed with him. “When did you make that?”

“I don’t know.” He grabbed a lettuce from his dish and ate it.

We spent there for an hour just eating and chatting about his life. He told me that all his family except his parent and him are farmers, and that all his childhood was spent in a farm. He doesn't know why he doesn't has southern accent, though. And he also told me he wants to be a farmer, but not only be a farmer, but have a degree, too, so that's why he's studying agricultural engineering.

"Well, I think we finished." I said as I brought up my watch and saw the hour. "Em, Sebastian, can you say how we are going to get back to the city?" I nervously said since I didn't want to get late to my apartment. I remembered that I had another test tomorrow.

"Why? It's early, you know. Now we have a dance party, and it just 6 p.m. Why are you so eagerly to leave early, Rick?" He smiled as he said that.

"I don't want to make you worried, but I have a test tomorrow."

"Worry? Nah, I think you can guess how I am. I don't worry."

"So... can you say how can I go?"

"I can call you a taxi, if you want."

"Ok, thanks." I waited for him to call it, but he just sit there, smiling. "So... aren't you going to call him?"

"I said that I can, not that I’m going to actually do it." He smiled. I gave him a deadpanned expression.

"Really?" I said. He still was smiling, but then he brought up his cellphone.

"I was joking." He said and called the taxi. "Ok, ready. I think it's going to be here soon, the operator told me that he was close here." He stood up, and I did the same and shook his hand.

"So goodbye, Sebas-"

"Hey, I'm going with you. I have a test tomorrow, too." He took a breath. "But first, can you wait for me outside? I want to say goodbye to some members of my family." He said that and I saw that he went through the mass of people that were chatting or doing something.

I went out and I was struck by the sun’s lights that were leaking through the tick tree branches. Seeing it was… calming, seeing the end of the day- It was beautiful.

       I wondered through the periphery while I still waited. I saw a big house at the distance inside the forest that was brighten with a dim light. I didn’t care about the taxi in that moment, I wanted to know better the place if in a near future I would return.

I got closer and saw the house with a better eye.

       It was a nice house. It was two story tall built with only wood and painted with varying shades of red. It also had square windows, and a double front door. I got closer and closer seeing better the details of the house. It had signs that it have been used by a very long time.

I was in front of the house, still seeing it. I though I heard someone inside, but instead I heard some footsteps behind me and a known trademark hand on the shoulder was felt.

"Hey, Rick, the taxi is already here,” said Sebastian as put his arm around my neck and put besides him seeing the house.

"Thanks, Sebastian."

“So… do you like this house?” he asked as he lazily pointed it.

“It’s just a house, I guess, why do you ask?” I turned my head and saw my friend with a malicious face. Again.

“That’s my cousin’s house, you know.”

I smiled and let out a chuckle. “You’re always going to be like this, right?”

“Until you’re closer with her.” He draw his arm and gave a pat on my back. “Come on, let’s go.”

He led me to the car and we got in the back of the car. I positioned myself in a comfortable position, leaning my back on sit while, without a care of the world, Sebastian put his back on the door, and put his feet on my knees.

I said with incredulity, “Dude, seriously?”

       “I want to relax.” He put both hands on his hind head, and closed his eyes.

He really got in trust with me.

I led the driver through the streets, giving him directions like where to go and pass through. Meanwhile, Sebastian was at the edge of reality and the oniric world with his snoring. We arrived to my apartment’s building.

“Sebastian, I have to go.” I moved him around, but he didn’t wake up. An idea crossed my mind.

Maybe if I…

I got out of the taxi from the opposite door that was Sebastian. I went to the other side, and, slowly, very slowly, started to open the door.

“Please, let me sleep.” He shuffled on his position.

“Nope.” I opened the door fully and he got flat on the floor with his back on the concrete and full open eyes.

“Jesus Christ!” he screamed, I don’t know if it was by pain or by the surprise.

“I told you that I was going.” I held a smile as I said that.

He stood up, and stayed there motionless, seeing me as if he was trying to kill me by just the gaze of his eyes.

I should have thought that it better…

I think I feared for my life in the meantime. I didn’t really think that he would react that way. I could see the fire inside his eyes. I was seeing myself there, screaming for help. Then, suddenly, he started to chuckle.

“That was a good one,” he said, like if it was nothing.

Like if it was nothing. So what did I saw in his eyes?!

I forgot that thought, and sighed as he started to laugh more.

After a moment waiting for him to calm down, he asked me,

"So... this is the place where you live?"

"Yep... it isn’t the best apartment here, but, for me, it is,” I said turned around and saw the apartment’s building. I don’t know the reason, but it brought me little memories about what has happened there. Birthdays, parties with old friends, after-weddings.

“So, this is a goodbye?” Sebastian said as I still was looking the building.

“I guess so. I have a test tomorrow, so…” I turned around. “Goodbye, Sebastian.

"Goodbye, Rick, see you other day," he said and moved before I could shake his hand. He went in the taxi, and I went to my apartment but in the middle of the way I was interrupted by Sebastian’s voice. I turned around and heard him.

"Hey, Rick, the next time, you- "He pointed me.”-Will dance with Jackie. I promise."

I made a grin. "Yeah, if that's going to happen."

"I promise it, mah friend, I promise," he said with his half of his body out of the window while the taxi was starting. I heard a yell from the driver and Sebastian got in fast. I laughed and entered the building, going through the floors until I reached my apartment.

I opened the door, turned on the lights and went to the kitchen to prepare a quick snack for the long night that was waiting for me.

Damn tests.

I prepared myself a bowl of cereal with milk and headed to my bedroom, grunting on my way to the thought of studying again.

...

"1 a.m." I threw the interpersonal relationship's book on the floor and put on my back on the bed.

"1 a.m.," I said again. I looked my watch and confirmed the hour. "1 a.m."

I closed my eyes and coolly took a breath.

"Inhale and exhale

"Inhale and exhale." I though as I did it.

I let myself go with the flow of my breath. I attentively listened to my breath as I relaxed on my bed, not trying to think about the test.

Darkness slowly started to appear in my vision. I knew that I was asleep in that moment, but something, in that darkness, in the dark void, slowly started to appear. It had a figure, a body, and a head.

It appeared in front of my, and something, or someone appeared.

Luna.

I am dreaming.

"Hello, Rick." She coldly said.

"Hello, machination of my imagination."

She gave a faint smile. "I'm sure that you don't have a great image of myself, Rick."

"That's not the problem," I bluntly said as I recalled the past moment that Luna and I had lived. "The problem is that you shouldn't exist; you shouldn’t be real."

"Why?" she said while maintaining a relaxed tone, but I could see that she was surprised by my answer.

"Because you're just a dream! You have only appeared in my dreams.”

"But I think you already saw the... plushies I send to you," she said. She struggled with the word "plushies", as if it were a foreign word.

"The problem is..." I took a deep breath. "The problem is not what you think. The REAL problem is that... I can't believe you, even if I have the proof in front of me."

She coldly stared at me, and then softened her expressions. "I think I can understand you."

"So... can you show me? Can you make me believe?" A she heard that, she made a very serious face like if I asked her a life-or-death question.

There was an awkward silence between us for a few minutes. I started to tap the non-existent floor as I waited for an answer.

I saw that the dark void we were in started to change gradually and Luna spoke, "I don't think I can persuade to believe me, but I can show you something." In that moment, the black void changed completely.

"I... can my mind dream this, Luna?" I said as I couldn’t believe the scenery that we were in.