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// Extract from Twilight Sparkle's diary; Entry dated 13/07/1000 
// Story: Monument 
// by Equimorto 
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I've been falling for years.

It's not a tomb. It's a gateway.

The things I have seen. I've seen rivers of stars flowing through time around me. I've seen ponykind rise from the mud of its primitive forms and climb onto greatness, and I've seen its great towers crumble and fall, over and over like in a thousand different mirrors, always different. I've seen the start and the end of the war. The true war. I've watched the gods struggle against the beast until they forced it into slumber, and the sacrifices they had to make to keep it so.

I've heard the thoughts of all those who have come here. All the ponies who've thrown themselves in this pit, consumed by the light and by their insanity. I've drank all their truths. I know every shape and surface and measure of this prison, this endless grave they believe they have trapped me in. I have envisioned every secret of their monument.

I have seen so much more. I have seen more than their minds could possibly have imagined. Knowledge so vast and dense it is not contained within me, and I am merely passing through it as it passes through me, scanning it. I have seen endless limitless possibilities unravelled before me in infinite reflections of reality, boundless repetitions and cycles and variations of existence all different all at the same time, and music and sound and spaces too vast for my thought to capture them and life, and death, and numbers beyond the scope our universe can fit.

I'm falling through infinity.