Twilight Sparkle closes her eyes. No, she's not asleep. No, she's not thinking, no, she's not meditating. And no, she's not casting a spell. Her eyes are just, closed.
For once in her life, the chronic overthinker, isn't thinking, or anything of the sort.
But, unlike the expected darkness that comes with closing one's eyes, all she sees is white. Bright white everywhere. A thick expanse of blinding white all around the inside of her mind. No, there is no light present No, she isn't imagining the brightness or the white. It's just, white.
She isn't trying to think of anything, and yet the white remains, spreading out to the edges of her mindscape and eliminating all darkness within without discrimination or mercy. It is an unfeeling white that ends all evil within the mind.
It is ruthless, yet gentle and warm as it's sheer whiteness begins to affect the world around her, outside of her mind.
It shrouds her in a veil of thick white. White so thick it allows no color to pass through, and then, it moves through her body.
It starts at her head, filling it with thoughts of nothing but the white she sees, and clearing it as well. Then it moves down to her upper body, loosening each muscle it passes through and alleviating all her pent up stress in the process. Finally, it moves to her lower body, doing the same there as it had done in its previous location.
As it ends its long journey down her body, it appears once more, filling it from the inside and bringing her an unimaginable feeling of peace within herself.
She then begins to 'feel' the white, letting it drape itself over her like a blanket as it rises up to meet her.
She can smell it, the fresh clean scent of the white as it assaults her muzzle like a sweet, passionate kiss, shrouding her body in a scent that begins to seep into her fur and linger there like a welcome guest.
Now, she can hear the voice of the white, a gentle, kind, warm, motherly voice that echoes in her head, sending refreshing white behind the lids of her eyes. This white is different than the rest. It can be felt more strongly than others. It has weight. It was...heavier than the other white. And yet...it still felt right somehow.
This was her own white. The white of her own mind in it's purest form.
The white gained form, shape. It began to have a texture. Eyes remaining closed, She reached out to touch the white that had so generously given itself to her. It said nothing. Wanting to hear the voice of the white once more, she sat up and tried to grab the white.
It had gained solid form, and she was able to hold on to it. She nuzzled the white, holding it tighter, and as she breathed out once more, she felt that all her emotions were entering the white, being taken away by it, and being shared with it. Sadness, anger, love, hate, confusion, nervousness, all of it, gone. She now felt as though she could not live without the white, as if they had formed an unbreakable connection somehow.
She felt that she had become one with the white, had joined together with it, and they were now one being, roaming her mindscape together as she was led along, guided by its invisible, warm, gentle hands.
She followed the white, smiling as it led her through more and more of itself. They had no destination, only a starting point, but when the white finally stopped floating in front of her, she felt as though she had arried to whatever destination she thought there was.
Soon, she herself had become the white, and joined with it on a more personal level. They were not only as one, but she could see what it saw, do what it did, feel what it felt, and smell what it smelled.
She stuck out her tongue to taste the white, wanting to taste the warmth it gave her. It tasted like strawberries. She continued to taste the white, holding it tight.
The white began to move away, its job done and its mission complete, it had no reason to be there, but she would not let it leave.
"No, please, come back. You have to stay. I need you, Mr. White."
She found herself saying those words out loud, not hearing herself say them, as the white had long since plugged her ears, not allowing any sound other than it to be heard.
Suddenly all her revelry was broken by a single word.
"Who?"
Twilight's eyes snapped open so fast you could hear glass break, as she let go of the white that had given her so much peace, so much warmth, so much love. She slowly turned her head towards the sound of the voice she had just heard.
She knew that voice well.
"P-P-Princess Celestia?"
"Good morning, Twilight. I see that you are finally awake."
"But...what...how did...uughh."
"Forgive me, I came by in the middle of the night expecting you to be up reading as usual, but you looked like you were asleep and you were just so adorable I had to stay. I never knew you felt so strongly about me, though."
Celestia began to blush.
Twilight merely stared at her former teacher as if the world had ended. "Y-you mean...You heard all that?"
"About how much you 'need' me? Yes I did. And I am glad to hear that you still think of me as such a big part of your life even after my lessons are over."
Twilight's eye twitched. Her teacher, the one she looked up to as if she were her mother, had heard every single solitary word.
"Does that mean that all this time, you were the white I felt, princess?"
"Yes. yes I was."
Twilight sighed in relief. She didn't know why. She was sure she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't. She was just glad that Celestia was there to make her feel at peace with herself. At least while it lasted.
"I didn't expect you to call me Mr' White though. Wherever did you come up with that name?"
"I kind of...made it up. After all, all I saw was white."