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// Epilogue 
// Story: Their Otherworldly Grace 
// by MonoGlyph 
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Dear Princess Celestia,

As you know, my trial begins tomorrow. While I went over my testimony-to-be, I felt the need to write you a letter, for old time’s sake. These last two months have been very hard on me, hard on all of us. I was seized by a bitter hopelessness after evaluating and reevaluating my life. I have written endlessly on the subject, attempting to dissect it and find meaning. But ultimately, all we went through will be without value. Right?
I reject the concept of an intelligent creator, of a grander meaning to the cosmos at large. This is no longer because I presume to know what is ‘realistic’ and what isn’t. This is simply because I wish to live my life to the fullest, to preserve some illusion of free will. It is the lack of a life after death that makes this one all the more precious. It is the lack of an objective purpose to our existence that allows us to find our own.
We are spiraling through an uncaring universe. Each day brings us closer to oblivion. We must accept this, and we must live. Face adversity head on. Cherish the pleasures in life. Energy is wasted on such empty feelings as hatred and self-pity. Give freely of yourself to others. Relationships offer new perspectives of things you thought familiar. 
I cannot know these things. Knowledge is an absolute and my understanding is finite. In the end, all this is a shot in the dark. But it has helped me cope with what I’ve done. The future is a mystery to me. Who’s to say what happens beyond this all-important trial? I am overcome with guilt, and my body is in ruins. But now I understand that this doesn’t matter. I have lived, and I have experienced. All that is left for me to do is to continue. 

Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle