Sombra, like most self-respecting demon-gods is eager to have some fun with magic tricks, good books, and some pleasant solitude in his dreams. It's too bad his marefriend has other ideas...
For many nights, Qamar of the Horse has dreamed of a moonlit garden filled with white flowers, a strange, dark temple to an unknown goddess, and the shadow of a mare on the horizon. Each morning he wakes to the scent of a rose.
Princess Platinum is in mourning after the death of Clover, her faithful companion. Unable to tell others just how deep their bond really was, the noble mare contemplates how the ways she got her hooves dirty to defend that bond.
In my waking mind, I am Tirek. I am a citizen of Equestria, for better or for worse. Yet, when I sleep, I am elsewhere. What is the world I wander in my thoughts, and why is it so vivid?
Collective crossover compilation: too many stories, not enough time, yet inspired by yesteryears' dreams including a few from 2019; though self–explanatory to a fault, it's not the all–singing, all–dancing for many either, given the main protagonist.
Before the sky was blue, before the land was beset with forests, before, even, life flourished within its confines. There was the sea. But before the sea, there was a nightmare.
A long, hard gaze into how anything and everything returns to nothing, comes tumbling down just as much as anyone and everyone is letdown to: in at least one case, a chain reaction having reached equilibrium so to speak, nothing more, nothing less.
A simple challenge inspired by a contest: no prize to be claimed as possible; a simple expedition with time so to speak of. Failing that, a short story with low expectations and higher inquiries based on its contents in question nevertheless...