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// Night and Day 
// Story: A World to Discover 
// by StardustSprinkle 
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Day 1 (according to my memory)/Day 3655 (According to my journal)
Hello, this is Pinkamane. If you find this journal, please take it. As you can see, this should be my 3655th entry. However, this is one of the only five entries that survived. I don't know what happened the other entries, nor do I remember anything from yesterday. If you have the time to read the other surviving entries, you will find out that they are pretty much the same. However, just in case if something happens to the other entries, I would write everything down again (so that whoever you are can seek guidance from it). Everything, including trees, animals, even the land and sky themselves, are grey. Second, the air feels like water, and you can swim in it (I have yet to see water). Third, and most importantly, there's no one else, and that's why I've decided to keep a journal so that you (if anyone finds this journal) and I don't feel lonely. Oh, a survival tip, stay away from the animals, you can't outrun them (I survived out of pure luck). 
"Right," Pinkamane closes the booklet: "Time to go." 
As wind blow through her hair, Pinkamane slowly stands up and navigates her way through the forest. Pinkamane can feel her hair brushing against her calf. How long has it been since she last got a hair cut or curl her hair? It matters not, she thought. As Pinkamane wanders around, memories of her past start to flood her mind. What she was young, the Pie family resided in an obscure place. So isolated that place is that the town doesn't have a water supply system, and residences cut their own hair with hand-made scissors. They used to bath once a week and only wash part of the body each night. Ah, yes, hair cut. Pinkamane was told that demons would find her if she doesn't bury her hair after each hair cut. The town's people are quiet, even numb. There is no such thing as a holiday. Even the concept weekends weren't a thing in her hometown. There's only one school, and all children had to attend. However, for Pinkamane, the school feels like a grave. She had nothing in common with the students and had no friends.
Luckily the teachers are always at her side. She's different, unique. She loved literature while others think of nothing but the quality of twigs. Years later, Maud left town. Soon, Pinkamane followed. She was presented with a new world. A world where shower every night is possible, and people would take days off. Yet, she's still lonely. No one truly understands her. She tried many methods: fleshy clothing, going to parties, a new hairstyle... It worked, but she's not happy. Every morning, she would get up early, a habit she maintains from her childhood, and looks into the mirror. Before going to school, she would curl her hair so to help her get into character. Put on the unnecessary fleshy clothing, and a brand new Pinkamane is born. 
Her thought is interrupted by the sound of water flowing. There's no mistake; it must be a stream! Of course, she learned recognized that sound ages ago while living in a remote place with her family. Although time itself doesn't seem to be passing, the urge to secure a water source overtakes her mind. What joy! No, stay calm, Pinkamane, she thought, overjoy would bring nothing tragedy. Now, make your way to the water source, carefully, do not go off course. As Pinkamane proceeds, a strange sight caught her eyes: the body of a dead fish is vaporizing. Her consciousness demands Pinkamane to avert her eyes. Yet, the intense curiosity embedded in her nature demands a closer look. For all her life, Pinkamane chose logic above curiosity. For time thought, curiosity triumphs above all else. Going off course can be fatal, so does ignorance. 
The remains of the creature are the size of a small whale and the appearance of an eel. It's impossible to determine whether its' death is caused by a predictor or not since half its' body already turned into vapor. At the same time, black smoke rises continuously from its' remaining parts. Upon closer inspection, Pinkamane discovered that the smoke is composed of small insect-like creatures. Pinkamane's instinct tells her to stay away, but she ignores such a warning and slowly extends her hand into the smoke. Instead of devouring her flesh, the insect-like creatures carefully evade her hand. 
"Time to go," she mumbles. 
As Pinkamane lifts her head up, another eel-like creature stares right into her eyes. They are of the same spice. It's hard to make out details through the fog. All she can see is the dark shape of a fish and two glowing eyes. Pinkamane decides to back off carefully before something else happens. The creature does not follow as Pinkamane slowly walks backward. Instead, it starts to swim in circles around its deceased brethren.  Soon, more of its' kind would join, and together they dance in this world of grey. What a sight, Pinkamane watches at a distance as five eel-like creatures swim in a circle as their black smoke rises. Finally, the smoke ceases, and the creatures rise to the sky and disappear. 



Pinkamane opens her eyes. It's all a dream and she's in her bed. It's at five a.m. She has three hours before school starts. Slowly, she gets up and sits down in front of her dressing table. Looking into the mirror, she sees her true self. Hours later, she would be dressed in bright colors, curl her hair up, and become the beloved party planner in the school. This is the only time of the day to see her true self. She hates bright colors parties, but that's the only way. She's lonely, so very lonely. Slowly, she picked up the hairbrush crafted by her mother. She misses home, but no one there understands her. She wants friends, but none of her friends here truly understands her either. 
"Cheer up, Pinkie." She says to herself: "It's a new day."