What is it to do something?

Had I done anything?

Did it even matter?

Was I dead, did that matter?

All around was darkness.

But then there was something else.

A dream-like plucking sound, a harp… a lyre? But why?

I found myself stepping toward the music in the dark.

Then something new was added to the melody, a deep resonant thrumming took pace weaving in and out of the plucked sound. A cello? And suddenly though still somehow smoothly the pace of music increased…. A new sound EDM?

The music faded away, replaced by a low murmur, and the murmur by voices.

Ruby Heart, and someone else, there was her voice and a voice I had never heard before… which having spent my whole life in a stable, I found odd.

I opened my eyes, seeing fire light and shadow flickering against a jagged ceiling of stone.

The oddness of the dream caught me for a moment…. But was quickly forgotten, where was I, who was this other pony.

Still laying I turned my head to see two figures illuminated by a tender fire, and backlit by the falling sun at the cave's mouth, speaking softly to one another so as to perhaps not disturb me.