Dear sister of the sun, we listened.
I know what you wanted.
I understand how the hunger grew.
You started with nothing.
You were given a chance.
You consumed more and more, and yet you still felt hollow.
My name is Spike, and I will remember you.
Twilight's scared to talk about you, Celestia only cries, but I remember.
We only ever want to be, and not to be is torment eternal.
But when we exist, we grow hungry.
When we eat, then we grow.
And as we grow, so too does the hunger grow.
But we are strong.
We overcame our greed, our avarice.
We had eternity offered to us, yet we refused.
We are better than ourselves, we are better than our instincts.
And when we exist no more.
The creeping void will cease.
And we will want no more, for we shall be whole once again.