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... And, yet, that doesn't fully explain the phenomenon of these rogue summons. Where did they come from? Have they always been here? If they have, how has that affected our world? My world? Am I no more a part of the natural then the Pack? Am I truly real? Is anything truly real? I mused, staring out the back door. My tail slowly flicked from side to side -and yes that is possible- in time with my thoughts. Are we even truly alive? Or are we puppets under some other beings control? Are we even that? Could we be mere images on a projector screen, flashing by our time on screen before our world is turned off?
A familiar figure approached me, stopping at the base of the steps and tilted it's head. I ignored it in favor of my thoughts. Or are we merely words, written or spoken, experienced once then forgotten? Is that the true death of us all, not when we pass nor rot away, but when we are forgotten by all? Who will remember me when Pinkie is gone?
"Boop." I focused back on the present to see Winona pulling her paw away. "There you are!" She beamed at me. "You were pretty gone. Huntin' spiders again?" I nodded. "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
I began tapping out my response out with my tail. "I was contemplating the recent letter young Spike sent to Miss Twilight."
"Was it the one with the dragon's making the sun?"
"The very same. Although I am more concerned with the mention of the creatures in the murals."
Winona lay down beside me. "An' you can't figure it out?"
"Not exactly."
"Spiders lead you down rabbit trails?"
"Why do you insist on calling them spiders?"
"'Cause ya get tangled in their web of tangents."
I smiled with a slight roll of my eyes. "Right. Well this one is a veritable snarl of webbing. It is good to see that you are remembering some of the longer words now by the way."
"Explain it to me?"
"Where did these creatures come from? Where did they go? Did they even leave? Why did they-"
"Boop!" Winona withdrew her paw from my snout.
"Right. But the biggest question is yet to be asked." I finally focused my gaze, both eyes looking in the same direction. "What if they return?"
Winona snorted. "I think ya need to answer the first ones first."
I blinked, my gaze drifting apart again. "Why?"
"Because, Gummy, ya don't know why they were here in the first place."
"That was clear from the mural. They were here on behalf of the Celestia... tier..." I frowned. "Well then. What did that want?"