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// Log 7322: Breaking Point 
// Story: Remnant 
// by Ebonyglow 
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Day 7322

It was the magic that brought me to them all. It was the magic that cursed me to this hell. 

I’m here. They aren’t.

I’m alone. They’re gone.

I’m breathing. They’re not.

Friendship is magic. That’s what we always said.  Nothing could tear us apart. But death is a relentless force.

Yet it relents for me.

I am alone. I will be alone. I will not find peace.

What is the Princess of Friendship without friendship?

Who is Twilight Sparkle without her friends?

…

Nothing.

I may be alive, but she died with them. I am simply here, a reflection of what once was. The last remnant of my generation.  With the loss of my friends, it was clear as day. Though I’m still breathing, it’s impossible to deny.

The pony that was Twilight Sparkle is dead.

I am a shadow of that mare. She had friends, family, and loved ones.

I do not. I am alone.  

Friendship was magic.

But it was also my undoing.