What is real and what is a dream? Twilight Sparkle has lost her memory concerning research she knows she spent months on. In its place is a dream, or is it perhaps something else entirely.
What makes something a dream, and what makes it real?
The finite space in time that feels infinite, is it perhaps more than mere fantasy. Is the secret hidden in the smell of seawater and salt?
Or is that merely the thing that binds it all together.
This is a modified version of a story that is not pony related I’m releasing in book form. The version published here is very different, yet in the same vein, as the story it is derived from.
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And on we go.
Who made the picture?
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I did as a practice piece a long time ago before my health initially deteriorated. It fit the story, so I imported it to my new art program, added my horrible handwriting in the form of the title and some minor effects. Then used it as cover art.
Generally, with a few exceptions like Maresburg which uses a historical image of a similar event from our world instead, I make my own cover art. Another exception is Equis is Breaking, but my health deteriorated before I could fix that. That health problem is also the reason so few of my stories have cover art at the moment.
Glen Gorewood