I woke up to a whisper today.
You are a worm through time.
The thunder song distorts you.
I freaked out initially, jolting awake, desperately looking around the room in panic, searching for whoever was here.
There was nopony there.
The voice wasn't Fire's, but it was familiar.
Speaking about.
She's a great listener, part of why we clicked so well initially. She was one of the few ponies willing to listen what you say, instead of just hearing you speak. I returned the favour when I could, and everything was fine. I'd give anything to hear her voice again.
The TV's back to the broadcast, but it's fine, I've learned it by heart now.
But I want to listen