Twilight arrives in a place that is familiar to her, the place where her fate was forever changed. This is the place where Celestia granted Twilight royalty, the place where Twilight became an alicorn. She remembers a time before her responsibilities as princess. She remembers how simple it was, just being a unicorn of minor significance. How much less complicated her life was. She thinks forward to her time as The Princess of Friendship, and all the hardship she has endured.
“I’m glad she made me what I am.” Twilight says, the words echoing in this empty space. Soft white and purple particles float around the room. As she recalls these things, windows into the past showing the events appear as they did when she was here last. Twilight stares into the screens. Her heart is filled with many mixed emotions, the events shown are of varying emotional connotation. Moments of light mixed with dark. The pain of some of these memories is great, but Twilight now realizes she wouldn’t be the pony she was if she hadn’t experienced and overcome all of these things. A passing thought occurs to her.
“If things hadn’t turned out like this, I wonder if I would be walking a student of my own down this very hallway.” Twilight ponders. This place means so many things to her. Unfortunately, it also serves a cruel reminder of the tragedy of immortality, and how living forever is a form of Tartarus in itself.
“I need to get out of here.” Twilight says. A magical pulse erupts from her horn, spreading magic sparks akin to fireworks. These purple and blue sparks seek out all of the windows floating about the area. When they collide, a brilliant cascade of magic ensues, with the images tracing to neon outlines of the events. These outlines then weave in and out to become glowing tetrahedrons. The tetrahedrons float towards twilight and begin to orbit around her. Her hooves lift off the ground as the shapes propel her upwards. A gorgeous choir sounds in glory as Twilight ascends the space. The shapes below now form a spire below her. A smile breaks out on Twilight’s face.
“Everything is going to be just fine!” she shouts, a phrase she uttered hundreds of years ago. Believing it now, and believing it again. An extremely bright light appears before Twilight, a hole in the firmament of this realm. It is surrounded by a mass of words in the ancient tongue. The tetrahedrons below start to disintegrate into light, and phase into Twilight’s body. Tears erupt from her face as the hole in the sky bears the weight. The words swirling around the portal now twist and arc to enter her mouth. Twilight’s vocal chords numb as she reaches the portal and is embraced by the light within.