One second she was about to taste the sweet and delicious victory she's been yearning for since she was imprisoned.

"You're a pony yourself, aren't you? I'd be damned if you were the next one to bring my downfall, pony."

Instead, she's tasting the Castle floor as her mind began to fully understand the situation she was in. All decisive thoughts were thrown out the window. There was only anger and pain.

For so long, Chrysalis, Tirek, and Cozy Glow stood paralyzed in their stone cacoon; unable to move. To speak. To do anything. But that didn't mean they couldn't see or hear everything around them. For age after age.

The Russian version here.

Spike goes to the bar at night, every night, to drink by himself. Rainbow Dash sits in the stool next to him. In each passing moment, the gap between them becomes smaller and smaller.

Until there is nothing separating them.

[Cover by xenon]

This story is inspired by the song St. Eriksplan by Low Roar. It was also written in a sleepy daze.