> Apple Bloom just sat there.

> It felt like an entirety, yet each moment felt like yesterday.

> All at once.

> Apple Bloom turned to her thoughts.

Those drawings I made yesterday sure were strange.
> Apple Bloom was suddenly in the back right behind her family home.

> Tucked away in the shadow cast by the barn, she sat on her belly.

> A stick in her mouth, she mindlessly drew lines in the dirt.

> Though they didn't have any rhyme or reason to them at first, they has taken a rather strange turn.

> Poorly drawn fish, walking on their fins, killing each other with spears.

> It was something Apple Bloom had first found amusing.

> But it dawned her how... weird it was to like it?

> She had even tried to draw the gory bits.

> Granted it look that gory the way it was primitively rendered, but it was the thought that counts.

> For better or worse.