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It was your heartbeat! It begins while you're still inside your mother, and it continues until your heart stops at death! I always loved the idea of a heartbeat being like music, like your whole body is an instrument you can just play and play without even trying. That way we're all musicians.
I get the feeling, by the rhythmic way you turn the pages, that you like music too. Maybe you're a musician yourself? I'd like to imagine you are.
I don't have a heartbeat anymore. But that's okay. I make a little sound whenever you flip through my pages, and it feels almost like something in me flutters again. The whisper of a phantom heartbeat, maybe.
But enough about me, I'd like to know more about you! Not that you can tell me, I'll just have to go by feel. What kind of pony are you? Are you even a pony at all? Hm, I'm not sure I can easily get an answer to that, so let's at least see how smart you are by how fast you get this next riddle. I'll be able to feel how quickly you flip to the next page, so the moment you think you have it, go check the answer. If you have to think about it a long time, I'll know it. I'll make it a hard one though, so I won't blame you if it takes a while. I know just the riddle! It had me pretty stumped when I first heard it too.
Ready? Okay, give this one a shot...
You can only have me
If you tell no one you have me
I cannot be touched
But everyone has felt me
One way to lose me
Is to find someone else who has me
When you have me
It feels like you have nothing
What am I?