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You start off towards the other side of the mountain, you just know there are the most beautiful meadows down there...how? your still working on that :p You begin your hike on a smooth, well-worn path with a few rocks and pebbels, here and there. The plants are exotic and sweet aromas waft through the air. You study the plants as best you but before you know it the birdsong has got you on your tiptoes and your humming along with the waving plants. You barely notcie the change in the lanscape. The trail narrows and becomes more rocky; the plants are more wild and are scattered in large clumps everywhere in a less organized fashion. the wildlife becomes more exotic...and the plants soon overwhelm the little path which is not no more than a hand-span wide dirtspace. A convinient little brook babbles to itself across your path. You stoop down for a sip and when you look back up again...your...not at the stream anymore. You somehoe appeared in the middle of a bright meadow. You stare in aw at the heather and the fresh grass...where you kneel it smells of crushed grass. You look around and slowly droop down, exausted from your long hike....A muzzle nudges you awake in the golden rays of the afternoon. Your slightly puzzled until you remember what woke you up and your simple puzzledness quickly warped into an utterly confused state of mind. A beautiful equine stands before you, her blue hair all aflame. You stare for what seems forever tuntil it moves its head to the west and the last rays of the afternoon dampen away. You pet the creature hesitantly....