So Much Written, So Much that Can't be Shared.

Yet another chapter written in Marshmallow Dreams that is so many chapters ahead that I couldn't give a number to it. I have scoured the three chapters, looking for anything that could be shared that doesn't give away too much. Believe me, it was hard.

Here is your mild spoiler.

"Hello, Rebecca Riddle—that is your name, is it not? I vaguely remember you. It has been so long, and you were but a filly then."

I knew the voice, but couldn't place it. It was like the knowledge of it was also behind that curtain. 

"Who is there?" I called out again. "I don't see you."

An image of a woman materialized in front of me, and I felt shock as I recognized her.

"Lakshmi?" I asked in confusion.

She tilted her head. "Lakshmi? Yes, that was one of my names once. It feels like an eternity ago, and I have had so many names since, and so many times that I had no name. There have been innumerable people that I have been. How long has it been since I last here?"

I gulped. "Eight years. It has been eight years. You shouldn't be here. Are you a memory or a figment of my imagination?"

She looked surprised. "Only eight years? I would have thought it countless thousands at least. I have endured so much. But I must assume that it is true. Ponies don't live that long, and you are here, unless you are dead too. I am no figment, and to call me a memory would be inaccurate. Calling me a soul might be best. I am fully aware, at least for now, soon I'll be lost again, and living another life with another name, or at least I hope I have a name—it is so hard when I do not."

"How are you here? It shouldn't be possible?"

She looked around herself. "And do you know where here is? You are somewhere you may never be again, or at least hope never to be.