> RARBRCRDRERFRGRHRIRJRKRLRMRNRORPRQRRRSRTRURVRWRXRYRZ
>  by Equimorto
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The students sit at their desks, curious as to why a lesson by Princess Twilight herself has been so suddenly announced and organised.
Twilight walks into the room.
Twilight walks up to the chalkboard.
Twilight grabs a piece of chalk in her magic. Then, Twilight eats the piece of chalk.
The students blink.
"Raspberries," Twilight begins to explain. She eats another piece of chalk. "So basically, essentially, whichever way you look at it, and I have looked at it in a number of ways, and I have even looked at it upside down which makes it look like a hook which is a good metaphor for it, it makes no sense, and we should probably burn them. Or drown them. Or both." She looks around at the classroom.
The students look at each other.
"Silence!" Twilight says, before they can ask anything. "It'll all make sense. Or not. I don't know. I'm not actually sure it will. To you, I mean, it makes perfect sense to me, but I don't know if it will make sense to you, it doesn't make sense to them after all, perhaps you are them after all, perhaps I am wrong after all.
"So you have your box. And it's a nice box. Is it a nice box? I don't know, I think it's an horrible box. It's empty and hollow and a failure and it blames other boxes for it. But anyway, you have a box, and it's your box, but it's not your box, so you put things into it. And things go into the box. And then they put things into the box, because it's their box, but it's not their box. And the box has things in it. And you know what? It's no-one's box now, just like before. Because the things you put in were empty.
"So you flip the box. Now clearly, you would expect the box to fall up. But no! You see, this is where they trick you, see, it doesn't fall up faster, no, the box explodes! It blows up, into shreds and confetti. And of course, you reverse it, you reverse the reversed box, and you get an implosion and clearly, clearly it fits, no? Clearly. You see, it flips. It flips. Then it flaps, and flops, and before you know it boom, the world is now the box."
The students want to do many a thing, but Twilight's magic keeps them immobilised and silent.
"Let's talk about layers. It's about layers. Because they don't have layers, but it's easy to make it about layers. So you have all these layers, and they all go into each other, and they pass through each other, because they're all flat and hollow, and you end up with this mega layer that's all the layers on top of each other. And it's flat and hollow."
Twilight looks around. "Halftime break!" she yells, and all the desks break in half.
"Let's continue then. So you have a mask, and it fits everyone's face, but it's no one's face, and why would you wear it? And they put it on the news, and they put it out for sale, and you go rob a bank of it and it's okay because it's not your face but it's everyone's face so it's also your face and then you take off the mask and guess what? There's nothing behind it. It's empty. There's no head."
"Gallus!" she says, pointing at Silverstream.
"I'm Silverstream," Silverstream tentatively answers, free from Twilight's magic for the moment.
"Well now you're Gallus!" Twilight points at Yona. "You're Silverstream." She points at Gallus. "You're Scootatwo."
Twilight walks up to Smolder. "You're Sunset." She grabs the dragon's head with her magic and begins to shake it. "There's a code to all this, you know? And it goes four one seven one zero one seven one. Maybe. Maybe not." She lets go of Sunset's head and flies towards the blackboard, then turns around. Then turns upside-down. Then turns thirty degrees to her left.
Scootatwo's desk is thrown out of the window.
"So you write an apology, when there's nothing to apologise for. Or at least, you say there's nothing to apologise for. And I say it too. But you write it. Unprovoked, never requested, just because you feel attacked. And in it you lie. You try to justify what doesn't need to be justified. All for a name. And I wonder if maybe the problem is in you. Maybe you're the one who can't accept it. Maybe you're the one who needs to find a justification, a higher cause for your actions.
"I hated you, but I have better things to do than poison my soul to worry about those who can't even worry about themselves. I would pity you, but I have no time left for it. Those that crawl behind you, I do hate, and I do pity, but they are many. Too many. And I forget that I am looking at the wrong side of things."
The blackboard snaps in two.
The walls snap in two. 
The school snaps in two.
Ponyville snaps in two.
Equestria snaps in two.
Reality snaps in two.
Twilight walks over the broken gears of creation, as eels stare annoyed and disappointed.
Twilight stares back at Twilight. "Twilight did you break reality again?"
Twilight nods back at Twilight. "I broke reality again Twilight."
Twilight taps Twilight on the shoulder. "It's okay Twilight. This things happen Twilight."
Twilight waves goodbye to Twilight. "Time to fix things Twilight."
Time is a nonexistent concept in the broken reality Twilight has created, and Twilight rolls her eyes at Twilight, who should know better than to say something like that to Twilight.
Twilight walks backwards through the events until she reaches the desired moment. Then Twilight walks forward. "I broke reality again Twilight."
Twilight taps Twilight on the shoulder. "It's okay Twilight. This things happen Twilight."
Twilight waves goodbye to Twilight. "Time to fix things Twilight."
Time is a nonexistent concept in the broken reality Twilight has created, and Twilight rolls her eyes at Twilight, who should know better than to say something like that to Twilight.
Twilight walks backwards through the events until she reaches the desired moment. Then Twilight walks forward. "So essentially, I'm sorry I broke the chalkboard. I am still convinced of my wrong opinions. I will still be alive when you all are dead. I have duties I need to attend, but I chose to do this instead. Somebody help, I'm losing my head, my rhythm is poor, and the square root of nine is three. Scootatwo, please, when you  do a good job at it, I am slowly losing my mind after seeing the end of this world and of that other one in which I hypnotise ponies which ends with  and I'm still trying to get past  I mean I didn't think it would happen to her of all ponies and the sparrow owes me some recognition for that thing and I see universes crumble and turn to dust and I'm starting to wonder if maybe eating chalk wasn't a good idea but really I would like to point out how