I gingerly swam towards the green pipe. It was clear that had carefully people had graffitied on the black horse, although it was so camouflaged that they couldn't see. . I don't blame them though. I traced the outline of the horse, bringing back childhood memories. Midnight and I, dancing through the mild meadows, flicking my long dark hair back, Midnight copying... She never was a dangerous, always calm and child-friendly. But she was bitten by a snake. It's venom messed up her mind. She had crushed my hand, and she was taken away from me to be drugged. That's why there is a black horse.

Midnight