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 beyond this world—dreams and ideas, small worlds in their own right, outside of time and space.
Shelters for the soul, where reality is but a single 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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