200 years later...
"LET ME DIE!" Luna screamed as she hurled herself into the side of Mount Canter for the thousandth time that day.
"LET ME DIE IN PEACE!" she wailed as she bounced off yet again, unmarred.
She plummeted to the earth, not bothering to even try to slow her fall in any way, before slamming into the ground. She rolled over and laid there in the crater left from the impact, staring sullenly at the stars in the moonless night, her only company on the desolate, lifeless planet that was Equus.
She cursed her weakness, cursed her lust for power and, more than anything else, cursed that infernal sealant product that Twilight Sparkle had received from the mirror world.
She also cursed the fact that it never seemed to run out.
She cursed all of these things and herself as she looked to the reason for the desolation around her, the reason for her unending loneliness. She had tried to fix it once she saw the effect her actions were having on the planet, a sight that drove the nightmare deep into the depths of her subconscious with a parting "that's a lotta damage" when faced with her newfound grief. She had tried to fix it, but she could not.
Flex Tape was just too strong, even for one such as Luna, and it stuck to any surface.
She lamented this fact yet again as she stared at the black circle in the 'night' sky, the shiny black rubberised coating both absorbing all light from any stars in the sky, and holding at bay that from the star within.
Tears rolled down her face as she stared at the sun, wrapped in Flex Tape, and she threw her head back and bellowed.
"THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO PLAY GOD!"