"Hey! Vial? Are you here? Viaaaaal!"
"I'm here!"
"...ah, there you are."
"Heya Beaker, what brings you to the balcony?"
"Nothing much. Pamphlet is busy and I wanted somepony to talk to."
"Awww, so you chose me? I'm glad I'm your first choice then."
"Hehe, now now. You were the only one left in the building. Everypony else went back home."
"Huh. Why's that?"
"...It's past closing hours. We aren't required to be at the lab after closing hours."
"Aw, shoot. It's that late?"
"Vial, seriously? It's dark out already."
"..."
"..."
"Yeah, no, I see what you mean. Ehe...uhm, huh."
"What were you doing out here in the first place?"
"Oh, I just wanted to get out of everypony's hair. Get a breath of fresh air. See the sun set. Actually, I don't know why I went out. I don't even remember when I came out. It's strange, really."
"I'd say."
"Your turn. Why are you still here? Why come looking for me?"
"Pamphlet still needs my help, but not right now. So I thought I'd wait until he calls me."
"Reasonable."
"I thought so."
"..."
"..."
"Beaker?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to know if I'm going mad, because just then, I saw the sky explode. There! It happened again! Aw, shoot, there are more of them!"
"Sweet Celestia, you're right!"
"So, I'm not going mad. I don't know if that's comforting or not, considering our sky is being literally shattered."
"In my opinion, I'd say going mad would be the better alternative."
"Mmm, yeah, no, you're right. Madness would beat having our perfectly normal, your everyday nightsky, being ripped and thrown about."
"A tad aggressive with the descriptions, don't you think?"
"But isn't that what's happening?"
"Well...I'd say that would be debatable."
"...fair enough."
"Agh, what are we doing? We're scientists, Vial. Scientists! We should be able to figure this out, or at the very least, come up with a hypothesis."
"By Luna, you are absolutely right. I'm going to that end of the balcony, perhaps it's a perception thing."
"Yeah, now that you mention it, that's a pretty good idea. Thank goodness for stupidly long balconies, never thought I'd see the day the 100 meter balcony would contribute to anything."
"Right?"
"Alright, if Vial is off doing that, then I should be analyzing the composition. Would be kind of hard since it's so far away and I don't have the proper tools. Hmmm. Well, first of all, the colors. Hues of red and yellow as well as white splashed in. Sometimes they appear as fuzzy dots, fading in and out of the night sky. Sometimes they appear as a paintbrush, swiping across the starry night sky, before fading away. Oooh, this is exciting. Thank goodness I have my notebook on me."
"Beaker. I'm...gah...I'm back. It's not a perception thing. Hoooo, 100m is no joke. Imma...Imma sit down a bit."
"Okay..."
"So...uh, what do you have so far?"
"Not much. I'm just currently describing how they look and what colors they're made out of. I couldn't really grasp what they are made out of or what they're doing. This phenomenon is bizarre, to say the least."
"I concur. Something a bit above our pay grade."
"Yeah...oh, wait. It stopped."
"Huh, you're right. Lemme just...phooo, why did I do that?"
"For science?"
"Pshaa, science."
"Well, Vial, it was just another exciting day in Equestria."
"Couldn't have said it any better, Beaker."