Beneath the ruins of a tragic abyss, I was oblivious to the echoing hoofbeats. The darkness crowded the edge, suffocating my last breath, until— Rays of light broke through the clearing; angelic melodies guided me onward. Two souls born beneath the same sign: One with hooves, the other with hands. A mistaken identity. For the only one awaiting my destiny is my golden heart pony. Did he sense I’d find him? Was he the Robin outside the Secret Garden? Or am I merely gazing into the Mirror of Erised— lost in the reflection of my own craving? No. If this isn't fate, why does it feel destined? We are falling in sync like lovers’ breath. It is a knowing without understanding, a truth that needs no proof— aligning perfectly, like the stars above.