A group of horses were running in wonderful harmony, in one rhythm, and the sounds of their hooves pounding the ground were in harmony.
With their beating hearts, their legs were lined up neatly in parallel as they raced,
They united their speed as if they were one fabric. The rain diminished little by little until it became like tears from the eyes, a thin stream.
A rainbow appeared, decorating the sky and shaking hands with the horizon line from afar.
A horse neighed among them, making his companions rattle with clear, pointed sounds. Then he advanced, and they chased him laughing until they arrived.
Finally, to a wide, lush green orchard. If I were a horse, I would be terrified by them, and if I were a human, I would be terrified by them as well.
Those voices that rose when their chests calmed down were not the voices of horses at all, but rather the voices of humans!
- Opal's novel