“I am the noble “little horse” who has carried you through every storm and desert gale. In darkness we have fought together, fire, demons, wars, and death. We have won past obstacles that felled angels and repelled gods. Our bond is stronger than time’s impossible braids.

We share one heart. I live to carry you, and you were born to ride with me. But you cannot remember me. Even now, as my gentler surges propel your mind into comprehension of my words, I remain at best a vague and strange anomaly — sparkling in the recesses of your recollections. But tonight, old companion, as you sleep… we shall ride once more… in glory and in wonder.

And in the morning, though you will not remember, you will carry the mysterious rewards of our missions fulfilled, deep within you. And though in the day you cannot remember me, I sleep within you, and our hearts are one.”

— an a i