(Not spam - I am a real person who genuinely loves CRBA and wishes as many people as possible find out about this insanely underrated series)
Several years ago, I stumbled upon an exceptionally beautiful yet little-known art series titled Canterlot Royal Ballet Academy. While ostensibly a fan work of My Little Pony, its uniqueness struck me as so profound that it felt almost entirely original - save for the character names. As the title suggests, the story follows the lives of anthropomorphic ponies attending a ballet academy.
I can't quite pinpoint why, but this work radiates a surreal, otherworldly aura - a uniquely captivating atmosphere unlike anything I'd encountered before. That first encounter left me immersed in its surreal experience for an entire day. When I stumbled upon it late at night, it felt eerie at first, but that sense of dissonance quickly dissolved into pure admiration. I fell into a beautiful trance, utterly captivated. I experienced an indescribable surreal, ethereal sensory journey, while also catching whiffs of a sweet, phantom scent.
The next morning, I thought it had been nothing but a dream, yet I was delighted to discover it was all real. Throughout the rest of that day, the sensation intensified, leaving me in a perpetual state of waking reverie, only ending when dusk eventually washed it away. Strangest of all, once that feeling faded, I could recall nothing of the day's events - only that serene, eternal sense of serendipitous bliss remained.
Whenever I gaze upon it, a peculiar feeling arises - as if it were something that shouldn't exist in reality, something unimaginable. Like a fragment of some magical dream miraculously transplanted into reality. Without any backstory, I could fully envision the entire series as if it truly existed. This wasn't a story I'd invented; it felt as though the sensation itself contained an inherent narrative thread. I can vividly picture the dreamlike fragmentation, imbued with a fleeting innocence. I can even precisely imagine how each character's voice should sound - those otherworldly tones seem to transcend time and space, originating nowhere in particular yet carrying an intensely intimate quality.
My fascination with CRBA has never waned over the years. I scoured the internet for every trace of it, only to discover how remarkably obscure it remains - a fact that deeply disappoints me. It seems everyone who encounters it finds it utterly brilli
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