Stars will aid in my escape. But not any star will do. Its beams have to be compatible with my soul energy.
If I could connect to any of them, I would have just used the sun and been off the moon in eight minutes.
But my soul is nothing like Celestia’s joyful essence. Nothing like the sun’s cheering rays.
Only the red-shifted darkened stars can guide me back home, and I know each one of them well. My eyes bathe in their rays, but those are just pathways. I have to reach further through the highway of light without blinking until I connect to the endless power of the star. Only then can I hope to breathe Equestrian air again.
Yet the closest star that keeps rising on the horizon and never sets, is still a thousand light-years away...