A dimension traveler sees many different sights, hears many different things, and endures more than the average life form could even think to bare. The dimensional wastelands are lively, yet barren; peaceful, yet horrendous; and friendly, yet threatening. A vast desert of utopias and dystopias lay themselves out around each other, waiting to be invaded or simply visited by a passing traveler. However, there are some dimensions that still have yet to understand that they are not, and never have been, alone.
When this certain dimensional jumper finds himself in a land of ponies, friendship, rainbows, and magic, he begins to question if his home is even in existence anymore. There is little in Equestria that he hasn’t dealt with before, but once he finds out that the certain dimension he found himself in has never been broken open, he realizes that there may be a little more work for him than usual.
After all: Once a dimension’s gate is released of its seal, nothing will stop the rest of the crowd from inviting themselves in.
All it takes is a small crack for the entire pane to shatter.
(Very loosely related to another of my stories: ‘Human’ in Equestria: Maverick and Hunter. It isn’t necessary to read it in order to understand this story in general, though there may be a few elements in it that are reflected here.)
13th Apr 2013
13th Apr 2013