//------------------------------//
// Epilogue 
// Story: An Autumn Leaf in the Wind 
// by sstwins 
//------------------------------//

I am.

I am nothing, and I am everything.

I have no true form, yet I can see.

I cannot form words, but I can feel emotions.

I can tell the difference between good and evil, though I am neither myself.

I can create mighty storms, or gentle breezes that only just ruffle the leaves on a tree.

And though I have lived for an unmeasurable amount of time, I can still be affected by one life.

And the strength of character in one small pony can inspire me to be better myself.

Even the strongest of breezes can be affected by a single

Autumn Leaf.