The Meadow 105 mins

At the edge of the meadow stood the Lavender Fantasy Mare. Her shimmering lavender coat reflected the pale sunlight, and the small fin-like scales along her spine glowed faintly as if holding traces of ancient magic. She lowered her head to the grass, but her bright eyes watched the horizon carefully. Not far from her stood the Wrapped Desert Stallion, wrapped in layered cloth that fluttered gently in the breeze. Though he had traveled deserts and harsh lands far away, this green valley was unfamiliar to him. Still, he stood calmly, patient and steady, like a guardian watching over the peaceful clearing.