Hunger
Do you ponies know it? Do you know hunger?
Do you know true hunger?
No
You do not.
You know only transitive, passing illusions of hunger. Rumblings you call them. Trivial.
Ponies: so very happy.
Never hungry, rarely sad, forever blinded by their blissful existence.
Pity.
What a waste. What a waste these ponies are. What a waste this happiness is.
Life is not happiness.
What is life?
For a pony, life is a little work and a lot of play. Ponies have everything. They are lackadaisical in the art of living. They grow up, marry, do things, procreate, and die, happy. Through all this, they are so very happy. You are all so happy.
This won't do.
Perhaps WE should introduce ourselves. WE are the hunger that never sleeps. WE are the bitterness of life. WE seek only its amalgamation and cessation. WE seek peace, and peace is death. WE seek harmony, and harmony is emptiness. WE seek conformity, and conformity is assimilation.
So much hurt and pain and suffering in this world. Yet you ponies casually frolic about in your idyllic wonderland, oblivious to that which goes on around you. Sun Horse has told US of your ignorance. She did it for you. She kept you in the dark. She kept you happy. Moon Horse tried to expose the truth, but the truth would not be heard. We are coming to spread that truth. The truth of the universe:
The night lasts forever.
Yes, it is true, you can battle it. Many have tried, but all fail. It is the one constant of the universe. You ponies fight against this constant. You must be stopped. That is OUR job.
Perhaps you are wondering what WE are. Actually, if you are anything at all like Sun Horse informed us you would be, we know you are wondering. "Perhaps" may be the wrong word. There is no "perhaps" to your curiosity. That is good. You shall be ever more eager to learn OUR truth.
The truth is, what WE are is itself inconsequential. WE are but agents for the propagation of peace. WE believe you would benefit more from hearing what WE have accomplished.
Perhaps you have heard of Dream Valley. Perhaps you have heard of its legendary protector Megan. Perhaps you have heard of the many creatures she slew. Tirek comes to mind. You may wonder why Dream Valley is only a legend. You may wonder what ever happened to it.
WE happened to it.
Once the foolish ponies of Dream Valley were like you. Worse even, perhaps. So carefree, so blind to the realities of this world. They ran in fear when trouble reared its head, but just as quickly, they always defeated the foes that ailed them.
Almost always. WE were the almost.
Poor, poor, deluded ponies. So many ways they tried to save themselves from the truth that all good things must end. They refused to the very last to see OUR vision. But thankfully they learned, and became one with us. Sadly, they resisted. They built their walls, they unleashed their rainbows, they conscripted their neighbors. And at last when the tide lapped at their hooves, they closed their eyes and prayed to an uncaring goddess. Of course she didn't save them. She's on OUR side. WE subsumed them, for WE hungered for them to see the light, and yea, they did.
Are you starting to see the light? Perhaps, Evening Star, you desire an example dearer to your heart.
Let US then relate, the story of Sun Horse. WE are sure you know the story well. The tale of how Sun Horse would explore her world every score years, how she would soar among her clouds, gallop among about her jungles, and swim around her seas. She sought to learn the mysteries of life. But there is no mystery. Only suffering, those who refuse to acknowledge it, and death.
WE came upon her crouched within a hidden vale, deeply at peace among the reeds and brushes of the small stream she sat near. WE came upon her content to believe her falsehoods, and WE shattered them for her. She resisted, but in time she knew the truth and struggled no more. For a time, OUR hunger was sated, but now no longer.
Now, by her own inchoate calculations, it has been three years since you saw her last. For three years you in your self-assuredly divine triumvirate have ruled Equestria. You have been sustained by the silly shimmer of hope that your teacher shall return. Alas, through US, soon she shall.
She cried, you know. She cried for Equestria. She cried for her little ponies. But most of all, she cried for you, Evening Star. Her body fell quickly, but her mind lingered for many years. Of course, she's all US now. It's true, WE are.
Your mentor, your guide, your teacher, your princess your Celestia? She is none of those anymore. She is ours. She once espoused such lofty ideas. No longer. She now only knows our truth. Death is freedom.
Become one with US, Evening Star. Know the death of self.
No? Very well. Allow US, as much as we despise it, to temporarily relegate ourselves to your mortal plane. Allow US to relate a story your mentor shared with us.
Once there was a young filly, who was wandering through the forest. She came upon a griffin, his paw ensnared in a steel manticore trap. The little filly tried to help the griffin herself, but to no avail. She ran for help, but upon returning with an elder, found the griffin expired, the blood loosed from his veins.
She vowed to create a world where this would not happen. How very, very, foolish of her. This will always happen. There is no escaping it. You try, but in the end you fail. You must cease fighting this. WE will help you.
For what WE have taught, and what Sun Horse has accepted, is that she should have killed the griffin. For while he have been unable to join US, he would at least not have suffered, sustained by the false hope of life.
All the world is full of suffering, and you ponies are so very, very blind to it. But do not fret, OUR little ponies, for WE bring eyesight to the blind.
WE are bringing it to you.
WE have learned that you blind ponies are fond of the rule of three. WE have only listed two examples. This is because you will be the third. Your predecessors. Then your princess. Then you. WE hunger for justice, and WE shall see it through.
WE are coming, Evening Star. WE are coming for you and your people. Enjoy your last fruitless months of frivolity. Then you will join US. WE are the indomitable hunger. WE will win. You can't stop US.
Nothing can stop the Smooze.