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.
