There was a mare, her name Ember, Ember Solace, and she was your average mare. She led an average life, of average-ness and it was average. But I wouldn't be writing this if she died as she lived, average. No, by the end, she'd met a Goddess, who lived in a cardboard box, had a few existential crises, and witnessed the death of many...Narrators.

Sounds like a completely normal day, right?