So it starts like this....
Username: AlicornPlayhouse
The Dream:
Every day, the young Kitsune rises from his bed, the thrum of his heart louder than usual, but he never seems to notice in time. As he packed his bag for his daily walk into the nearest town for coffee, his paws feel light. Flickers of dancing lights pop in and out of the corner of his eyes, but he fails to notice them. Every. Single. Time.
Just a moments walk from their house and they come to the bridge they must cross, the bridge they DO cross every morning and every night in and out of town. Only today, oh today the bridge is not kind.
Tap tap tap tap.. rhythmic steps as the cracks seep from below their paws. The calm steps turn to running, as stars peek through the cracking bridge beneath them as their orb balances in their pack.
He can never run far enough, though, as the edge of the rocky bridge scrapes against him as he falls down into the stars.
Water cascades around them as they land into the river with a deafening crack, the bag fastened to their back yanking them lower and lower. They try to shrug it off, fumbling against the yank of the tide, screaming up towards the sky, that has twisted itself. It is wrong. He cannot identify it, but above the waves it simply is.. wrong.
Before he knows it, the bag strapped against him has fallen off, and he makes a race for the surface. Only.. to find none. There is no end, no air, he is swimming amongst the galaxies with no hope in sight. Where has air gone.. He screams and sobs against the rocking waves made of dust and stars, screeching for help with air he doesn't have.
"Help me.. Please stars help me please..!" Cracking shaky words, his voice disembodied from his mouth, so quiet he fears not even he himself can hear.
His begging his answered, as a small light seems to slowly buzz into existence below his paws. So down and down swims the frightened pony.. his ORB! He had near abandoned it as he shrugged off his bag! How ever could be forget his orb?! He no longer has the sense to realize the oddity of the fact the orb hadn't returned to him either way..
He reaches out his paws, into the black abyss that stretches and mutates his own limbs, grasping at his life, his home, his orb..
and it burns.
As he frightens himself awake, in the same bed, the same small house, with the same daily routine to walk to the cafe.. he spends many more hours checking the sound his heart makes, the light of his eyes, or the weight of his paws, in fear today is the day the dream finally takes him as he crosses that lonely tired bridge.