The last experiment. The process is fatal, we will not be able to reverse it. Our last scientific endeavour will be hiding all these secrets and burying the red death forever. No pony should ever again fall under its influence.
To all of you out there: If you read this, please do not investigate further. It is too late for us now, lives and talents wasted through our blindness. Don’t waste yours.”
After that, pages and pages of other observations. They all disobeyed the words that could have saved them. Countless ponies furthering the curse throughout history, never letting it go. Every single entry had propelled the cause of the goddess until finally Twilight Sparkle had been forced to finish it all. Through their insatiable curiosity they had forced Twilight to act against any reason. A silly example of her mind trying to excuse herself. She has done it and there is nothing that she could do about it now, but to live with it, no matter how hard that would be.
She looked up from the book that plagued her last days, staring out of her window. Outside were Rainbow Dash and Ethereal, both flying in union, trying to impress each other with their perfect coordination. Small mistakes often lead to nagging each other until true perfection was achieved. Maybe Ethereal had found a new start here, far beyond his memories. And maybe... she should do the same.
Twilight looked down again at the books, each containing knowledge of incredible value to her and all of Equestria, yet like a stain of blood, memories were glued to each book, a journey that could not end well. Not for her. To lose everything must be a terrible thought. All you have ever known gone in a flash. No wonder he had turned insane. Maybe friendship could comfort him, although probably never heal these wounds. Maybe those wounds were not supposed to be healed.
Twilight sighed and turned towards the dim purple fire, ready to devour anything that it touched. A book, written words, memories, stories, history, time. Everything, and she would let fire consume it. Her hoof gently stroked the hard surface, a small smile rushing over her face, almost too eager to leave it again. She would just burn it, the past.
Twilight hesitated for a moment, and then she let the book go. The purple flames crackled as the valuable source of exothermic energy entered its reach. Within seconds the book was burning brightly. Now the past is in the past. Goodbye.