reproduced from forum post below the break

The stacks of paper rise high into the air, looking less like the forest of trees that they were made from and more like the skyscrapers of the Manehattan skyline. No matter where you crane your neck, their geometric shapes fill your field of view. You can't help but gawk a little as the smell of must and dust assaults your nostrils, and you are made to feel with all your senses the presence of age in this room. Even moreso, you suppose, by the wrinkly old mare leading you in.

"Impressive, isn't it? Would you believe that when the Princess was young, she would transcribe these herself?" She laughs a croaking laugh. "Yes, I know that it is hard to believe that the Princess was ever young. But you have to believe me! Well, the ones who told that to me. And the ones that told that to them."

She gestures to the desk in the middle of the room, looking out of place for its ordinariness.

"She would sit right at this desk, in fact! Quill in aura, having the time of her life regularizing those old Celestian-era documents with an excited smile on her face. And back then, she was the same size as you or me!"

You've read the history books in school. You've seen the pictures. But still, it's hard to imagine her sitting here and not towering over you both. It's even harder to imagine that face, so aloof and serene, with a smile that could be described as "excited".

Well, no matter. It was for the Princess Twilight of now that you were doing this. You approach one of the shorter, more approachable stacks, lift the topmost sheaf of papers in your aura, and get to work shuffling through them.

A letter to the Princess from a political opponent early in her reign. An incident report from the Celestian era Wonderbolts, highly classified at the time. A... police department's juvenile record file? You shake your head. It was going to be a long ten weeks.

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"But I don't understand!" you cry, fanning out the offending documents in front of you as if their size would make a point. "I mean, in this one, I think I'd remember it in the history books if the Princess first gained power through a coup and a civil war at the end of her predecessor's reign! This one is written by the Princess herself, but says within it that it is only meant for the eyes of her successor. Did she change her mind? This one looks like a transcript of a telegraph conversation, except there are all these little pictures of faces with weirdly flat muzzles. I don't know how I'd even begin to understand what any of this one means. And this one talks about Equestria like it's some long-ago realm lost to the depths of time! What's going on here? Is all of this just fiction?"

"Fiction?" The old mare scoffs. "Don't say that word as if to insult these documents! I mean, is anything we write down an absolutely perfect record of the real world?"

You swallow your annoyance, along with the "you know" at the start of your reply.

"This goes far beyond embellishment! In this purported diary of Princess Celestia, Princess Twilight never ascends to alicornhood, and dies of old age!"

She gives you a smug smile, with a twinkle in her eye.

"The Princess's thirst for knowledge is deep, her powers vast, her reign long. Do you think that the barriers between worlds and timelines would stop her? These things may not have truly happened here, but they happened somewhere."

You set your jaw, looking out beyond your evidence at the stacks and stacks of unread papers behind them. With your objection dissolved, the breadth of their contents truly sinks in for you. So does the weight of the task that is ahead.

"So what am I even looking for? What does Princess Twilight want out of all this?"

The old mare's smile is still there, but her smugness is gone. And unlike the Princess, in that moment you can imagine her young, those lines and wrinkles smoothed away, standing where you are now, asking the same question to the one who came before her.

And she gives the answer she must have been given then.

"Something to make her feel."

Now [CLOSED] or [JUDGING], I think.