What is Skyreach? · 2:36am Apr 9th, 2017
The graffiti upon the walls was far too grim for Tarnish’s liking. He took a moment to stare, thinking about all of the unpleasant implications, and wondering why the ancient pegasus ponies of old would need to have a discussion as to where the soul rested in the body. These words weren’t like the others, and Tarnish, for whatever reason, wasn’t entirely certain that they were scrawled by a pegasus, but he didn’t want to make a tribalist statement, even by accident.
Wh're doest the soul rest? in the brain 'r in the heart? the brain is far too mealy upon the tongue and the heart beest liketh soggy leath'r in the maw.
Then below, in smaller, loopier letters:
Doest eating the jelli'd eyes closeth the window to the soul?
What was Skyreach? A place where things had gone wrong in the worst way possible. Tarnish, staring at the letters scratched into the stone, wondered how ponies reached the conclusion that eating some organ in particular allowed the eater to also consume the soul. It didn’t make sense to him, but he was a modern pony, who was getting a science education. The soul was not something bound within any particular organ.
Down near the floor, more was carved into the stone, and the very writing itself suggested madness.
thee pockmarked fool! The soul liveth within the liver, thee mush-mouthed clotpole!
“Things went wrong,” Tarnish said to his companions.
“Gee, ya think, Big Guy?” Rainbow tilted her head to get a better look at the scrawl on the wall. She pointed with her wing, which trembled, and then stood there, shaking her head. “That bit about the eyeballs… I think that’s gonna haunt me forever. There’s no coming back from this, no reclaiming lost innocence. We’re no longer virgins to madness. Well, me, anyhow. I think all of you had your cherries popped quite some time go.”
It was time to move on and keep looking. Tarnish cast one final glance at the graffiti and suffered a chilling thought. Could this be his fate in the future? Would he succumb to Skyreach? Might he go mad? And if he did, would he have the presence of mind to leave behind graffiti that was both horrifying and inane? It was an awful thought, one that chilled him to the bone.
A place where disturbing graffiti was written.
Ah! They found the public restrooms!
I tried my imagination but I was disturbed.....
Eight six seven five three oh niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!!!!!
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Hopefully it wasn't a jenny writing those messages....
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This joke was used to good effect in Together, They Fight Crime.
That graffiti is so much un-organ-ised loonism!
(I'm not sorry)
The most logical thing to contain the soul - from a non-scientific point - would be blood. It goes through the whole body, touches brain, heart, organs, all flesh alike.
*Stands up*
Now you know... Now you know what it looks like, inside of my mind.