Through the tunnels I track them, my hand detached from my arm detached from my torso detached from my head. I cradle a shotgun at the ready. They will not escape me.

Vent. Tables. A restaurant. Keep going. I come to the end. An opening; light. An arboretum? Stone walls, a tree. Sky through the open top. Blue sky, clouds. Peace. The rusty mining cart is covered by the tree’s roots.

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I took a step back, the sound of my hoof against the unseen surface below me echoing through the void, as the looming figure's horn lit with eldritch green flame. "wh.. who are you?"

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In my dream, I soared.

Through fluffy white clouds I flew, the vivid greens and purples of the world stretching out before me, feeling the wind in my mane and tail. I clipped the edges of more solid clouds with my wingtips, trailing streamers of white behind me as I looped around brilliant columns and towers of rainbow-accented white.

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