Silence. It is a funny thing, this... silence. It used to describe an absense of noise, but an absolute silence is so loud. The pure nothingness weighing on your ears, deafening you. If it is an absense of noise, how can it be so loud? The weight of it is painful, a searing reminder of what had been, when reality had been. When my world had been, when my masterpieces, the gentle moon and bright stars had decorated the beautiful swath of night sky visible from it. When my sister and her sun had been, a supposedly eternal figure of hope for all. After all the hustle and bustle of a royal life, how can I live with this silence?
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It has been so long since I have heard a voice. It has been so long since I have heard my own inflection, I have forgotten what I sound like. I whisper a name into the nothingness, but the vacuum sucks it into its depths. The whisper is gone like the wind, and the name goes unheard by me, myself, and I, the only thing left in this reality. But I know what it was that I said, a word that I consciously formed in my own mind, a word that I could feel moving through the vibrations of my throat, until I lost it to the black. Oh, how I yearn for anything but this black, this nothingness that claims my own ears for its own! I can still remember days long gone, days of colors and voices and ponies, and something other than this horrible vacuum. I miss that life, that past life belonging to a pony named Luna. How I wish I could be Luna once more, to live that life once again. I wish to feel the soothing touch of my sister's wing, see the colorful mane of my niece, hear the sweet voice of my savior from the Shadows.
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My dear sister, please forgive me! I promised you that I would lead our little ponies after you were gone, shattered into pieces of light that floated through your sun's rays, but I failed. I have failed you, I have failed the little ponies that depended on me. I have failed my world, my universe, and my reality. I miss you so much. If you had still been, this would not have happened! You could have prevented this! You could have prevented the ponies from ripping the fabric of space-time itself, a lethal side effect of the Project of Desire. If only... if only there were something... something other than this silence...
Something other than this void.