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// Chapter 11 
// Story: The Failed Spell 
// by silverspawn 
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The world was endless.

Twilight felt as though she had never lived life in its fullest before. Sure, she had been happy, and she’d been doing what she wanted, but there still was... more.

Ponies always spent so much time thinking about the past, or the future. But there was no past. There was no future. There was only now. 

A realization struck here. There was no reason to be afraid. There could never be a reason to be afraid of the future, because the future could never harm her. Sure, it would catch up with her eventually, but... not at the moment. Never at the moment.

Not now.

It was a fact so simple and true, and yet one that she had been unable to understand until now. The future didn’t exist. She was safe from the starvation that swallowed her body, free of the dangers looming above her... if only for a short while.

Twilight could feel the ground under her hooves, and the hunger burning in every fiber of her being. She could feel her muscles aching, the tension under her face, the strain in her legs. The dome above her head. The constant pouring of rain.

The constant pouring of rain. Rain pouring down from above.

Rain pouring down from above.

It was all there. It was life. Life she had never noticed before... not really.

Rarity, isn’t it amazing? We could do anything. We both understand life, and we stand above it. We have everything at our disposal. All of our feelings, all of our sympathy, and any way we want to make use of it.

We can do anything...