The darkness on my mind and the pressure on my soul... They're both unbearable. I find myself drawn to the strange, yet wonderful writing of a pony who used to be so well known to me. I found his diary in the library of the asylum which I now call my home. The psychiatrist says that it was a well-known diary read by a few other ponies. But he warned me, as I warn you now.
These stories are not for the weak-minded, for the few ponies who have read these stories have gone mad with hallucinations, paranoia and some even went as far as suicide. For they could not take the things that they saw and realized after reading these tales.
You have been warned.
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I might not be very good, but I do know a little of psychology.
The "silver city" as you put it, is the lure going out of that which gives you comfort is. Wondering what's outside, why does it shine, how does it look, is it pretty or ugly etc.
The hodded ponies could be either the fear of knowing what people hide inside themselves (intentions and dark, twisted desires) or the fact that in the end, death will claim everything we know and love, therefore we must accept that fact.
But in the end, my friend, these things, these horrible nightmares you have must, will and shall play by YOUR rules for they live inside YOUR head.
I don't want to intrude in your life, let alone intrude in your business, but if you ever need any type of help I am more than willing to help you out.
If you have skype, this is my address: David Schneider Junior, the profile pic is the same has here.
PS: May fortune smile upon your path