Mare

"For days on end, I’ve been ensnared in dreams of being a mare. It’s a strange sensation, because I feel absolutely fine. My body, sculpted and powerful, ripples with latent energy. When I attempt to articulate my thoughts, only melodic whinnies escape my lips.

I gallop across the pristine expanse. There are no boundaries here—no fences or constraints.

Two suns, twin celestial flames, cast their benevolent glow upon my path. But there, trailing me like a shadow, is the cloud. It chases me, relentless yet enigmatic. Sometimes, I yearn for its release, a downpour to cleanse the air.

Boredom and hunger assail me. I long to eat fresh green grass; I can almost taste it. It’s nothing like I’ve eaten before; it’s rough and sweet. Why is this happening to me?

In a fit of frustration, I strike the ground twice with my right hoof. And behold!  The grass appears in front of me, recently cut and in abundance. Amazed, I try to understand what has happened. Somehow, I can modify reality. It must be the two strikes of my right hoof. I think of water and I get it to appear out of nowhere.

Excited about this discovery, I no longer want to eat or drink; I just want to experiment and see how far I can go. I try to hit with different hoofs. Things appear and disappear; my world is filled with colors and scents.

What a marvel! My vast white world is filled with life: plants and animals I’ve never seen before.

When I finally wake up, I feel I can change things. The void around me can be filled with wonders. I’ll extract all the rainbow colors from this infinite white that embraces me.

For in the heart of dreams, where suns multiply and clouds unravel, I am more than a mare, I am possibility incarnate."

Natalia