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// Epil 
// Story: The Implicit Neighs 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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Ditzy streaked through the air, milking every drop of speed she could from pegasus and planeswalker magic both. It had come to this. Niv-Mizzet was putting the fate of the world up for grabs like some kind of festival prize, and every guild was in on it. They were all so blinded by the prospect of victory that they couldn't see that no matter who won, everyone would lose. Ravnica had barely survived the last time the balance of power was disrupted, and only because all of the guilds were hit hard. Some neighborhoods were still rebuilding. But did the guilds care? Of course not.

That left only one option: an eleventh maze runner. A runner for the guildless. She wasn't the fastest flier in Ravnica, but she was certainly swifter than Jace or Gideon, and so the duty fell on her.

The Maze's End came into view, an elevated, roughly conic center platform surrounded by a ring supported by... nine spires. Pegasus eyes, off kilter or not, picked out the guild symbols on each, and Ditzy smirked. Of course Dimir wouldn't be represented. This was one of the oldest structures in Ravnica. They would remain boogeymen for millennia after it was finished.

She nearly swept past it, caught up in her own thoughts. Regardless, even if she knew nothing else about the Implicit Maze, she knew what everyone on the plane now did: the Maze's End was also its beginning. She swooped down, heedless of the murmurs of the guild members lounging about, the first warning signs of spells, and the curses of a narrowly avoided skyjek. With any luck, her mana sight would allow her to follow the tracery of leylines that circumnavigated the globe. The other runners might have a head start, but she'd have a map.

With that thought, she touched down on the central podium.

The world erupted in intertwined light and darkness.

Ditzy was vaguely aware of shouts from outside the display, of magic launched at her that was swept away in the unfathomable surge of mana. Memories ran through her head, not remembered but pulled to the fore by something ancient. Flying from district to district. Turning here to avoid a zeppelid, diving there because of a freak cold front. The past few months rolled out before her, from present to past.

Finally, she saw something she didn't recall, and not from her eyes. From four perspectives at once — the most intact spires of the End, something thought for her — she watched herself approaching this very spot in the dead of night. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. She was sleepwalking. Astonished, Ditzy watched herself flap onto the podium, then begin the walk back to whatever cloud she'd been sleeping in that night.

The replay ceased, and Ditzy found herself on her back. Two pegasi, black and white, were circling one another overhead. They also had horns. Normally, Ditzy would've found that equal parts alarming and fascinating, but the way they went around and around was almost hypnotic...

"Well done, Miss Doo. Well done, indeed."