And Starlight’s Empathy magic let go of Sunset’s dream. And she had to take a moment for herself, as tears streamed down her face, her half-formed muzzle split into a grin that she could not help. And slowly, surely, the serenity that was her default state now returned, suffusing back out to every corner of her being.
It was a process, she noticed, that grew shorter every time.
And she resumed. Her Empathy magic that she guided in her mind’s eye traced the eternal thread that weaved through and wrapped around every dreamer in the chaotic pile that lay eternal beneath her feet-hooves, over and over again, in every possible order and combination, like beads on a string.
And as she followed the string, she found her next dreamer, a different one every time. And as she entered their dream, her meditation would continue.
She would feel everything that the dreamer felt in the slice of their life she was about to peek into. All of their triumph and loss and joy and grief and passion and calm and happiness and sorrow. And love. And she would take it all into the serenity of her mind, becoming ever closer to a pure reflection of the collective being of every soul in the world that lay humming and thriving underneath her.
And her meditation would continue.
And this is how things went on in the Void.