Celestia has lived for countless centuries. Looking over Equestria like a caring mother and tending to the needs of even the smallest of creatures. But now her time grows near. As she looks down upon Canterlot one evening, she has an unexpected visitor - a small, exuberant filly.

Her name is Death.

I am eternal, and death is my steadfast companion. The passing of each generation of my little ponies weighs on me; every one of them is a fleeting, irreplaceable treasure, a snowflake dancing 'round a fire. I want to save all of them; I have the ability to save a few. I have saved none.

Sometimes, even hundreds of years can't change how you feel.
Twilight notices this every week.
Will she get over the tears of the past?

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Thanks to Twidashforever for his help on this
Edited by DonnEStarside
Cover art by Adalbertus