Brony Recon: Ascension

by Freescript the Bard

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Dear me... what is this?

What is what, my love?

This. This empty space. This space within reality. What is its purpose?

Oh, that? That would be--

Astrus! Is this your doing? What is this anomaly?

Keep me out of this please...

Concordia, dear... if you would remain quiet, I will explain the purpose of this particular element. It is of my creation, besides. Do not pester Astrus. He is busy guiding a few wayward souls through the Bifrost.

Then explain, if you will, why you have put this... hole in reality.

Exposition.

I beg your pardon?

You are aware that this universe is only one of many, right?

So Astrus claims...

Oh believe in me, my dearest, he is correct. There are an infinite number of universes, in which anything and everything can exist. Some are fleeting ideas of a sentient being, and others, like this one, are stories to several universes. Fantasies that have been made tangible in this version of existence.

I fail to see how that explains your creation of this space.

I am getting to that. You see, the universe in which we exist is a version of reality that has manifested in another universe as a tale in written script. A series of stories. This empty space is for the creatures observing this tale to distinguish between different pieces of this particular story, even though there is little disruption in the telling of the tale itself. It allows another arc of this story to begin without beginning a new story entirely.

But why not begin anew? Why must this story continue on its own?

This story has not ended. There are things that still need to be done, loose ends that need to be addressed, holes in the plot that need to be filled.

I am trying very hard not to take that out of context...

You know what I mean!

Calm down, Pandora. You were saying about the story?

Yes... there will be another story. But that is for another time, when the tale requires that a new story be written. But for now, this story shall move along.

...if the author decides to get off his lazy flank and write it, that is.

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...what?

Author's Note:

No, I don't know what I just did.

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I am not lazy!

Comments

[Random_Dragon]

Nice to see another update on this.

[TonydBrony]

*loud clang in the gears of Brony Recon*

What was noise?

The sound of progress, my friend. (FINALLY!~)

[JellyMyst]

What?

[Deterra]

I don't know how much longer I can hang on. I've been hanging off this cliff now for months. I have bird poop in my hair, I'm cut and bruised, and worst of all I haven't had a cup of tea since this whole affair started. I have tried climbing back up the cliff but to no avail. Maybe I should just let go and fall to my untimely demise. Of course it doesn't help that my hands are super-glued to this rock. Maybe I should just close my eyes and dream, dream of a better place...
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I'm there, at the bottom of the cliff. Digging in the sand on the beach, back when I was very young. Except, I'm not me. He is me but I am not. I'm feeling the wind in my arms, the ocean spray, as I leave this place in search of distant lands. My wings do not tire nor do they falter, I am carried across the gentle tides of the sky. I soar above the canvas of the bright blueness of the sea, occasionally swooping down to get a better look...

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How long has passed now? Hours? Days? Maybe even Weeks? Time holds no true meaning to me. For me, the journey is the destination. The seconds may pass as they feel fit. My internal sense of time left me long ago, melting away in a daliesque manner. I am no longer me, nor am I myself. This journey sculpts and bends me to its will.

However, all journeys must come to an end. The end that is fast approaching. A glimpse of green on the horizon, growing larger as it moves towards me. The destination has been reached, but was it really worth it? Maybe I could leave this island in time. Fly up, sail the stars until I reach the moon. Bend the heavens to my will. Pass a thousand rocks around a hundred suns. What if I reach the edge of this world? Would my story then be over? Or would it only have begun? With time and space moulding around me to fit my existence, and a million thoughts behind me, I drift on into the dream filled abyss. My dream filled abyss.

I drift on.

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Thank's for the confirmation that the story is still active.
I'm not sure what the above is about. Just choose your meaning, be it deep or not.