However, it was the only one that could put any context to what he was witnessing. No matter how many times he rubbed his eyes and peered over the boulder, the clearly incorrect existence of physics-defying, candy-coloured equines who spoke and operated a society refused to go away. He had been transported, somehow, to a place where such things could be. The other answer was he was a high functioning acid addict and that his whole life was a lie. Frankly, he wasn’t sure which was worse. He punched himself with one last hope that sudden, sharp pain might jolt him to his senses. No dice.