Equestria stood still. The world was at peace. Flowers bloomed, clouds drifted, trees swayed in the soft breeze. Celestia herself had finally rid herself of her crippling cake addiction, though her sister's thoughts still lingered upon elephant boots and lava.
Even Sweetie Giraffe, for an infinitesimally minute amount of time, had ceased her anger, and felt only calm.
Reality itself, had embraced tranquility.
All, of course, to the rhythmic thundering of billions upon trillions of rounds being fired at once by none other than Twilight Sparkle. That jar wasn't going to open itself after all.