Barnaby, Upon Return from the Color Realms

From limitless nothing erupts prismatic timelines; stories scattered before us like waves from a passing eclipse...
Barnaby, my Leap-trodden steed, has lived these infinities and gently leads us skywards, our destiny cloud bound...
I do not understand how or why, it is only a feeling, a sudden impulse to be.

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