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// Interlude - Monochromatic Negatives 
// Story: Sympathy And Falsehood 
// by Theponycipher 
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Far from the library, far from Equestria, far from everything, was a room. It was a white room, devoid of anything but walls. In the room was an empty space, as if someone had cut a hole in reality. It was whiter than white, blacker than black. The absence spoke no words, and these were the words it did not speak. Yet for all of that, it could be labeled.

Abyss. Oblivion. Absence. Blank. Empty.

It had labels, but none of them were itself. Words defied it, for to give a word is to give a concept, and it had no concept. It was known as the gap.

There was something else there, a door. It was a grey door, the only existent feature of the room. The door opened, colour seeping through. The colour dotted the absence, a twinkling array of minds in an unfathomable abyss. And then the minds woke.

They passed through the gap in a nothingth of forever. They grouped up. They stretched their mental projection. The hive was alive. 

No.

She was alive.




What am I?

Nothing and everything.

Is that my power?

No. Your power is falsehood.




Happy birthday, Queen Chrysalis.