Sunset, what will you do with the crown of Magic? What use is it to you in that strange land? You were always so bright -- what do you know that I do not?
What is your life like, after all these years? Are you happy? Do you have friends? I wish that you are, and do, but I doubt you would return through the mirror to steal a magical artifact if that were so. Are you hurt? I wish to understand, and help if at all I am able.
Can we not talk again? Ponies can grow together as well as apart. I pushed you away, as I had with my own sister and so many others, but it need not be the end.
Please, let me help you. Let me know you.
I miss you. I love you. Do great things.