Over time, ponies have drifted apart. This is their silent lament as they regret the choices they've made and wish to have each other back. Oh, and Gummy knows everything and reflects on it all. (Written in verse, except for Gummy's bit.)
It's finally happened: Twilight and her friends have achieved their dreams! The CMC have their cutie marks, and Spike is in a position of true power! Princess Luna has found herself a place where she truly feels at home, and Zecora is left in companionable solitude! So why have their worlds fallen apart?
This is the story of many different ponies and one dragon who have drifted away from one another. They've tried to keep their friendship alive, but all things must come to an end. Each of them will speak their sorrow, and the All-Powerful God-Alligator Gummy will give his words on the subject.
Written entirely in verse, except for Gummy's words. "Other" tag is for the Princesses. Tell me if I should add any more tags!
Gummy, omnipresent croc Kept their secrets with a lock. He heard all the words they said Knowing each inside was dead.
Now it is his turn to say Thoughts on what's transpired this day. Though he's silent, in his mind You may find deep words in kind.
What is the point of life? What is possibly worth the pain and suffering it undoubtedly, unfailingly brings? Is it friendship? Can friendship possibly be worth the agony it brings when it ends? Friendship always ends, after all. Even if a friend miraculously stays faithful their whole lives, one pony is going to die first and leave the other alone. What is a purpose, a cutie mark, worth if it takes away everything precious to the life before the mark appeared? Perhaps it is better to have no cutie mark and no purpose, so that the rest of the life remains. But what was it worth anyway? We find the ancient toothless gator in the same place as always; trying to hold together the crazy pink one who's almost fallen off the cliff of insanity. Giving her advice, she who no longer has friends to turn to, friends who feel equally abandoned in turn. Where does each pony go when they have nothing else to hold on to? Do they simply disappear into the void of nonbeing? Do they cling to their pain to have something that defines them? Or do they turn to the pet gator who they have never heard a word of advice from? The pink one could have heard me. She could have listened if she wanted to, and not gone off into a new life. And yet... she didn't. Now their worlds have shattered while the rest of the world looks on, unknowing. Is this the purpose? To continue to bring joy and meaning to others, even when you have lost all yourself? Even though, inside, they are all shattered, too? Everyone feels they are alone, and through this, isolates themselves from other lonely souls. How long will it take to find one another again? Is that the purpose of life, to live and be broken until, in finding a way to end your brokenness, you end your life? What a miserable existence...