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Galloping, galloping, flying right by
Goes the white mare as she jumps so high
She whinnies and snorts so her herd joins in
And together they go 'bout the land again
They journey to places both far and near
Traveling together without any fear
Traveling with others and nothing to gain
They gallop all over the wide Endless Plain


Horses have lived on and occupied the Endless Plain for centuries. They run together or alone, just living their lives. Each year, foals are born, and each year, an elder passes on. Seasons go by as well as the years. These equines just live their lives peacefully and normally, not caring about anything. How will you live? Will you choose to join a herd, create one, or walk alone?