Stylo slept quite soundly that night, waking up bright and early as the soft light of early sunrise began drifting in through the window (whether 또는 not he dreamt of Cloudchaser he couldn’t remember). He sat comfortably on his bed, once again 글쓰기 in his little black book. He wasn’t frustrated 또는 upset at his lack of creativity, anymore – in fact, he was quite amused 의해 Cloudchaser’s ability to leave his inner monologue speechless.
He simply wrote what came to mind, careless of its eloquence 또는 coherence.
A grey Pegasus
Yes, that’s true
Quite familiar, actually
As the 담홍색, 핑크 one would...
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