>the next thing you know, all is dark
>no, not dark
>your eyes are just closed
>upon their opening, you see that you're high up on some sort of narrow, rocky ledge
>the last traces of a rosy sunrise linger in the morning sky over the rim of the Grand Canyon, which is, surprisingly, above you
>a broken thorn bush pricks your back from beneath you
>other than that, however, you feel remarkably refreshed
>a snort from behind catches your attention
>the ledge seems to incline upwards behind you, seemingly leading all the way up and out of the Canyon
>somewhat above you, Braeburn eyes you curiously
>but there's something strange about him
"Why, Braeburn, you've grown gigantic!"
>the tawny stallion whinnies happily
"But say, couldn't you… talk?"
>your prized mustang shakes his head and snorts
"No… it was a dream then."
>slowly, you rise to your feet
"But what a dream it was, Braeburn! You were there!"
>the intelligent animal's eyes sparkle
"But of course you were there, weren't you, you faithful old beast?"
>somewhere overhead, a bird of prey cries out
>the rich, red rock of the Grand Canyon sparkles in the sunlight
>and the mighty Colorado, small as a babbling brook from this height, continues on its ruddy way far below
"But say, was it only that? A dream? I wonder…"
>Braeburn whinnies loudly and lowers his head
>what is he, gesturing at something?
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