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 या not he dreamt of Cloudchaser he couldn’t remember). He sat comfortably on his bed, once again लेखन in his little black book. He wasn’t frustrated या upset at his lack of creativity, anymore – in fact, he was quite amused द्वारा Cloudchaser’s ability to leave his inner monologue speechless.
He simply wrote what came to mind, careless of its eloquence या coherence.
A grey Pegasus
Yes, that’s true
Quite familiar, actually
As the गुलाबी one would...
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