Dear Princess Celestia,
I'm not sure if you know, but I lost somepony very dear to me recently. Over the years I've watched the bags under my friends' eyes grow larger. The wrinkles in their faces grow deeper. All the while, the mare I see in the mirror hasn't aged a day. I realize that this loss is the first of many.
I know I should have asked, and I guess I always suspected it. But I guess this is the price of these wings. Immortality is both a gift and a curse. So many ponies wish that they could live forever, but so few of them grasp what that would mean. I doubt that they really can grasp what it means. I am only just now coming to understand it myself.
How did you do it? While your sister was gone, after a hundred years, everypony you had ever known had passed on and everypony who was still alive hadn't been born yet. And yet you were made to linger on, with nothing persistent in the world with you except the land and sky. And even that changed.
A series of storms have changed the peninsula of Horseshoe Bay into an archipelago. There are young ponies alive today that hadn't been born when that land was still intact. And in a few more decades' time, there will be none left alive who remember. Except we few immortals. Stewards of the memories of the world.
All things change. Ponies come and go.
I miss them. I miss them so much.
How did you do it? How did you go on? I'd like to know. I could really use your help right now.
- HRH
- Princess Twilight Sparkle