Aeon cracked open the door to Stella Nova’s office before stepping in. Half the lights had been shut off, drenching the area around Stella’s desk in darkness. She attempted to squint, spotting a figure seated on Stella’s silver disk, its’ edges illuminated only from the light of the stars behind it. However, Aeon didn’t need to see anything other than the outline to know who it was. From the clasped hands to the tired lean over the table, the posture was a dead giveaway.
Sorry we're late, Ring was asleep and that left Crazy and SC276 to put tonight's doc together.
Last week was the start of a horrible, wonderful thing. You guys are so lucky to get to live this. There are a lot of moments in this fic that fall within the first couple chapters that I can't WAIT to inflict upon you.
Last week's shuffle is all done. Enjoy.
This week, as our second ongoing multiparter, we've got one of the most (in)famous tragedies in pony fiction history: "Bittersweet." Prepare to be made unhappy, whether it's the way the story intends or not.
Like a thing born in strange aeons, I eternal lie, and when the stars are right, something new may come from even I.