Awaken From the Void

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In the middle of flickers of starlight, worn at the shoulders and back, a gentleman laid against the cold of the void beneath his knees. Dark starry waves washed up against his limp body, but he did not awaken for he was too weak. Slowly the stars started to blackout one by one, leaving the glistening pouflon's halo as the only source of faint light amongst all the deep deep blues.

A rush of warmth overtook the cold void, restoring the pouflon's ability to feel the surroundings around him. His eyes were barely open, but now the details of the background were starting to fill up with fragments of a lit up living room. Out of the depths of his loneliest nightmares, Palace was being brought back to the consciousness of reality. In the awake world, his sense of smell was reactivated by the fragrant aroma of doughnuts.

Hm? Sweets?

He wanted to find the source of the powerful smell, but his body was weighed down by an indescribable pain. Palace sighed and wondered why his rest was plagued with pieces of his failed travels. What purpose do these woes serve and why do they have to hurt me at a time like this?

His heart started to sink, however with a groan, Palace refused to let his aching sorrow drag him back to the saddening reminders waiting for him within his dreams. Against the force of pain, he managed to rollover onto his back so he might be able to open his eyelids. Tilting his head up, he sighted his garments hung up neatly on some sort of drying rack, all torn and ripped in a gnarly fashion.

No. It has happened again.

The urgency from his mind strengthened Palace's legs to lift him up. Undoubtedly dazed, Palace staggered forward to observe what damage might've been done, what he may have caused in an uncontrolled rage. What causes this? Palace asked himself. Was it my longing, the longing to see her face once more? Heavy with guilt, trembling with doubt, Palace walked down the hall expecting devastation.

Walking closer to the archway of the kitchen, Palace started hearing hooves tapping against the tiles, and the scent of doughnuts was getting louder. Peeking in through the doorway, how could Palace even begin to describe was he was witnessing? A rain of glitter was stuck and contained in the shape of a blouse, a puffy top made of the most sparkly bits of gold pouflon eyes could ever see. Dancing in front of an open window, the lanky pouflon in the golden blouse had to have great balance to be on her hind hooves as long as she was. Swirling and twirling on one hoof, the maker of the doughnuts appeared to be full of bliss putting her creations into a collection of miniature paper houses. Who could explain to Palace why this dancer was using houses to shelter the pastries?

Palace did not know what was going on before him, so he turned around to silently sneak away. The moment he started to head back, he saw his resting place-- strawberries? This whole time, Palace was resting in what looked to be a pile of giant strawberries all on a floor bed that reminded him of a cake. No matter what direction he took, Palace was surrounded by things he just did not understand. Was he truly awake?

"Oh! Sir, you're awake! Are you okay? Do you need something to eat?" a soft voice shouted from the kitchen.

Turning back around, Palace realized it was too late to slip by unnoticed as the keeper of the kitchen had called out to him. The sparkling dressed pouflon, her face was familiar, but who was she? Gladis. This name, it rung in Palace's mind, and it seemed to match the pouflon before him... somewhat. Why did it not seem like that was her name though? "Gladis?" Palace said aloud.

"Palace! Please tell me you're okay!" Gladis cried and ran up to Palace in a quick manner.

This pouflon, she knew Palace's name. He must've known her then, and her name was in fact what he thought it was. After blinking a bit, it became obvious to Palace as to what was so different. The image of Gladis had horns on it in his memory, but here she had none. Despite his bewildered state, Palace managed to reply, "I'm alright, I'm quite alright."

"Noooooooooo!" Gladis whined. Without a second to spare, Palace was pulled into a crushing embrace. An inescapable mighty hug practically shook him off his feet, and it was in fact inevitable that Palace, a pouflon of much height and heftiness with his muscular frame, was being lifted off the ground by a seemingly frail pouflon.