Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
Everything you want's a dream away
Each day that came, came with a fresh breeze of hope, washing away past worries. Birds chirped, and Atlaas had merrily left the perimeters of the Dawn Court before the wake of the sun for a brisk stroll. Joyful steps were taken without a care nor sense for direction, the stallion was about to get well and truly lost and he would love it.
Passing winding streams and countless trees, light began to splatter the ground and he craned his horned crown above to the sky, eyes following the intricate ways the branches had begun to weave together. Light broke through, painting the worn ground from the crisp blue sky that was beginning to disappear. A sense of magic tingled in his stomach, and the further along the path he continued, he noticed how the trees seemed to cut paths in the forest. Then lights like faeries began to dimly come into focus, guiding the walk. Subtly the stallion lengthened his stride, quickened his pace, gracefully covering more ground with eyes glistening in anticipation. Yearning within, curiosity pulled the stallion further into the winding corridor, captivated by imagination as he wondered who walked this halls many years ago.
A library.
Fascination stretched his pupils as he witnessed true treasure. Shelves calved into the walls, inhabited by lightly dusted books, as he stood in a cylinder room, paths ripe with riches beyond what any gold was ever worth. He was captivated, stolen by awe. His jaw gently dropped an inch and he began to pace the room, cocking his head to one side (careful of his horns) and reading the dozens of titles. Atlaas had travelled countless miles, through many a land, but never once had he stood in something so magnificent. Imagination couldn’t have create something so perfectly designed. He wonder if nature took shape itself, or if the library was moulded thousands of years ago and he remembered why he loved the world so much and why everything raw was just so perfect.
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Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds taking shape
