Everything will fade.
It's the honest truth and the truth that only I can seem to be able to grasp.
I have watched the mightiest of empires succumb to the ravages of time and the beings who have called themselves immortal ironically die a mortal's death.
I watch over Equestria and see the ponies frolic across the countryside without a care in the world.
They will all die.
They will turn to ash.
And they will be forgotten.
I look towards the mountain and see Canterlot standing tall and proud.
I can feel the presence of the two whom call themselves the bearers of the Celestial objects which rotate around this planet.
They call themselves immortal.
They are not.
I have watched precisely one-thousand, five hundred and three beings call themselves the bearers of the objects and all of them were supposedly immortal.
They are as ignorant as the rest.
I have watched this continent form and I have watched the millions of others before shatter into billions of pieces.
I am the only one in this world which encourages change because I know of the consequences otherwise.
I watched places become static before my very eyes as the beast known as entropy decided to destroy the inhabitants.
I am known as the devil to many of this world's inhabitants.
I am the monster hiding under the bed and the threat that parents tell to fillies and colts to prevent them from doing bad things.
They are ignorant.
I may appear to be demon but I am merely the elephant in the room.
It's the room you actually have to worry.
It will render your flesh to dust
It will render your mind to non-existence
And it will make sure that all though whom even attempt to remember you suffer the same fate.
I had a mortal life once.
Even I cannot remember how long ago.
But I can tell you that it was near the start of life life as we know it.
I had a mother and a father.
I cannot remember anything about them other then that.
I was curious when I was young.
I used to go and hunt around the fields near our tribes hut.
I used to go and find animals to play with.
And then I found a dead one.
I remember being scared and running to my mother.
I remember asking her to fix it.
I remember the look in her eyes as she taught me about entropy's grips.
I remember asking if I would succumb to these grips and I remember the tears in her eyes as she responded honestly.
I ran screaming at the mere thought.
I went to the field and I screamed for anything to prevent my fate.
It appears that something listened that night.
I felt the unbearable pain crawling across all of my limbs as I was made invulnerable to time's flow.
I wish my mother had smothered me in the cot.
I wish a snake had decided to be adventurous in my little expeditions and bit me.
But I am forced to deal with my actions until the day that Equis will fall and then I hope that entropy will finally decide to claim me in its unstoppable slaughter of this world.
I am often asked if I ever have a shred of empathy within me.
Often told that the millions of beings that I have tortured in my lifetimes deserved to live a normal life.
I am also asked why I never gave the mercy of death.
I would have thought that the answer was obvious.
I don't need to feel empathy when I am only inflicting my fate upon beings.
I already know how it feels like.
Why should I care about the beings anyway?
I know that Entropy will ravish them.
The beings get the mercy of falling to entropy's claws.
I am often asked why I act almost childish.
Wouldn't you?
If you knew that any decision you make will be eroded the what's the point in making one?
Why not stop caring?
It is not as though the consequences will be more serious then a imprisonment cast in stone.
I know I will all ways be released.
Spells fall to entropy too.
I have almost run of of experiences in this world.
I had previously assumed that I had encountered them all.
But, due to a particular canary yellow pony, it appears that I missed out on the one named friendship.
I refuse to give up on new experiences.
It feels as though they are the only time I am truly able to experience anything.
I have only known chaos for so many years.
I have even managed to to become chaos.
I feel as though my title is apt.
Chaos, the principle of forever changing, being the only thing that entropy couldn't truly end as that would go against how chaos worked.
The Tree of Harmony is the entity which ensures that harmony will be spread across the world and due to my nature and title I felt inclined to disrupt it.
I made enemy of the only being which appeared to be able to kill me.
I thought it would.
When those two Alicorns came wielding her weapons, I started laughing.
I thought I could be finally be released from this curse.
Except it didn't work.
I felt another curse come over me.
A suit of stone.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't speak.
It felt like entropy had finally claimed me.
But I was still conscious.
I started screaming in my thoughts.
I think it took six centuries for me to realise that the action was futile.
It took me another century to try and stop.
The mortals of this world fear death.
The immortals are those who try and avoid it.
I am the only who truly can.
And I would sacrifice everything just to experience it.