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There was once a young mother. A once exuberant jungle was her home. She heard us in the song among the rustling leaves on a restless night. She started humming along. Soon, she was teaching her many-many-many children the sweet melody of our lullaby.
There was once a little-little-little foal. He was made of fear. Alone he lived inside his head. Every day, he watched the ponies from behind the tiny windows on his skull; every night, he went to bed, afraid of the places where the light does not reach. He found us in the shadow under his bed. We wrapped around his body like a warm blanket. It gave him courage. It made him strong.
There was once a beautiful mare. She had it all, yet glittering gems and warm wishes could not bring a shred of joy into her heart. She saw us in the mirror behind the hollow eyes of her reflection. She wept-wept-wept till she emptied her heart and filled her eyes with the same hollowness. We gave her serenity. She found a purpose.
We are the mouth that gives the com in the dark woods the lullaby for the sleepless.
Now take a deep breath. Drink deep from the liquid fog of the screeching dream. For we are the Secret lost to the ages. Let us in.
There was once a young mother. A once exuberant jungle was her home. She heard us in the song among the rustling leaves on a restless night. She started humming along. Soon, she was teaching her many-many-many children the sweet melody of our lullaby.
There was once a little-little-little foal. He was made of fear. Alone he lived inside his head. Every day, he watched the ponies from behind the tiny windows on his skull; every night, he went to bed, afraid of the places where the light does not reach. He found us in the shadow under his bed. We wrapped around his body like a warm blanket. It gave him courage. It made him strong.
There was once a beautiful mare. She had it all, yet glittering gems and warm wishes could not bring a shred of joy into her heart. She saw us in the mirror behind the hollow eyes of her reflection. She wept-wept-wept till she emptied her heart and filled her eyes with the same hollowness. We gave her serenity. She found a purpose.
We are the mouth that gives the com in the dark woods the lullaby for the sleepless.
Now take a deep breath. Drink deep from the liquid fog of the screeching dream. For we are the Secret lost to the ages. Let us in.
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