Everything is awesome, when we're living our dream!

It's a good thing you spend so much time at the beach, otherwise you might've missed this entirely.

You're just walking along, collecting rocks, having a gay old time. It's a nice enough day, if a little bit cold, and your mane has become a tangle of salt and sand and insurmountable knots. The salt spray and moisture make your metal shoulder a little sore, but it also feels good on your still-healing wounds- and besides, what's a little soreness compared to what you've been through? Truth be told, it feels good to be sore. You like the pain, and the cold, and the stinging, salty wind. It reminds you that, against all odds, you are still alive.

So there you are, minding your own business, enjoying the coastline, collecting rocks and chasing crabs. Pretending, in short, that you're a child. Wind not withstanding, it's a pretty peaceful day - until suddenly you hear a voice, so loud and booming it makes your bones quake. You leap and yelp, startled, throwing your head around in attempt to find the source of the call. It seems to come from further up the islands, past where you can currently see- but it can't be too far away, right? Not when you can hear it so loudly, summoning you, asking to meet you (and everyone else, let's not forget- you're not special, sparkplug). For a minute you're cautious, afraid even: is it another monster, another false god, fallen through a tear in space and time? You hover between curiosity and fear, uncertain, precarious, the gravity of each pulling on your hands.

Of course, curiosity wins. Curiosity always wins with you, that's why you keep getting into the trouble and near-death situations you're becoming (not really) famous for.

You begin to pick your way up the beach, fast as you can with a bum left hind, excitement burning a fire in your chest. Cross a stream, navigate some rocks, climb a hill and-

"Wow!"

Any hesitancy and caution you may have felt is gone. In its place, a fierce fascination and curiosity, because this strange-looking equine clearly came out of the sea. How is that possible?! Your mouth hangs slack for a moment as you stare, sunbeam eyes wide as saucers in your stupid face -

- and then you're down the hill, your voice preceding you, your excitement palpable in every quivering word which tumbles out, rapid-fire, from between your grinning lips.

"What are you? Who are you? Why'd you call us? My name's Zero, what's yours? Did you come from the ocean? What's it like? Will you show me?"