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"She runs through the nothingness,
swiftly, never stopping.
With stars in her hair,
she births the night sky.
And through a single silvery strand,
she wears the cresent moon by her horn like jewellery.

Where her hooves touch,
mountains will rise,
grass will sprout,
and flowers will bloom,
reaching for her, but never touching.

Always following her, the sun lies resting,
in anticipation of a new dawn."



Uumm, I'm not the best writer out there, but this is what got into my head on one of those sleepless nights. It hit me hard and required my attention. It didn't turn out quite as I pictured it, but better than I'd expected.

Pose partially referenced from: [link]