Case two.

'Like dreams we drift in bodies that stand up with cardboard props that are their to hid the strings that make us dance this eternal play. Some of us cut them when we are given a quick movement from a mis-tug of the masters. We fall to the floor wondering what is going on for we never felt real freedom till that moment. How can something be free when it has never known such thing. The only answer is Truth. Truth lives in all planes and time. It is something that can be bend, but once you loosen your grasp it it returns back to itself. Like light it shines down on us to reveal the shadows we hid. We can't touch them and they grow only bigger when we step towards the light, but when their known we can place are own strings on them. They become are play we watch over. In that moment we know how the one who pulled are strings felt.'

Funfact sipped his milk, leaving the milk stash on his face as the filly behind the counter shifted her weight as she fought the urge to tell him.

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