“I still have nightmares” she told me. I could never step into Celestia’s dreams. I must be welcomed by her to have any sort of power in her dreams. The nightmare I created for her was a desperate petty thing. I made it moments before my banishment, never expecting it to hold any power. To hold any sway in her mind she must have welcomed it.
As some remembrance of me she welcomed a personal Tartarus I had crafted for her each night. My forays into the dreamscape have been an equivalent to eavesdropping since my banishment; glancing at a ponies mind to find the truth of their desires. As the sun sets and day fades Celestia prepares herself for bed and I prepare myself to battle the nightmare within her.
-L