In their race, brown horses will flood the white plains like a river. Trees will grow in their footprints, and in this forest your eyes might discover places outside of this world: dreams and ideas, small worlds in their own right, beyond time and space.
Shelters for the soul, where reality is only a facet.
After all, you've known it all along: there is no limit to imagination. Infinite other stars await you, wanderer...
by Jason R. Forbus
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