This is my entry for Quad's "my imaginary friend" challenge :3 I had a dream about this creature when I was very young and can still recall minute details about her. She wasn't really my "imaginary friend" but more like a character I continually dreamed about.

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Ashen has the body of a horse, but that's just giving a reference for you guys to be able to understand her general shape. She is far from an ordinary mare. Her mane is pitched forward, colored with threads of black, navy, bright yellow, and purple. Her body has no defined "color" and appears to be shadow-like. She is composed of a night sky, with constantly moving constellations and moons and stars nestled in her corporeal presence. If one attempted to touch her, their hand would pass through a substance that feels like molasses. The passing of your hand through her body would feel languid and strained, but it would indeed pass in and out. Her eyes are bright, glowing white that contrasts greatly with her overall dark appearance. Her lower half, while still following in the theme of constellations and midnight space, is shaped to be a fin. Through dream worlds, she propels herself through the air as if swimming through space.

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Going to attempt some first-person stuff for her. It's below!

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No one could even begin to understand the vastness of space and time. Dream worlds, much like this one, were not new to me. I'd been taken to Atlantis restored beneath the oceans; to a great Eden in the sky laced with bright fragrant hills and cascading pools. Though I had seen all these things, it was still lacking. The reality was that I would see none; reality was my dream world. You see, these mortals that come to me with their fantastical worlds do not dwell on the limitations and structure of their own worlds, but rather on their deepest desires. It was bittersweet, really. I could see the shining example of their creativity and be their guides, but I could not ever smell or touch or taste substantiate objects. Never would I sate my appetite for the truth, but would forever wander through the brilliant minds of children and desultory woe's of their parents for all eternity. The longing for simply the taste of an apple or the soft caress of the breeze would forever be my drive to continue my search, wandering through dreams, for the next high that resembled the world I was destined to never see.