When you can't trust your eyes, when your ears are lying, when your memory itself seems suspect, how can you trust your suspicions that things are not as they should be?
It is a terrible thing, to lose the pony you love. Lightning Dust has been alone since Fiddlesticks died, and she can no longer conceive of any other way to be.
When you can't trust your eyes, when your ears are lying, when your memory itself seems suspect, how can you trust your suspicions that things are not as they should be?
The Solar Corporation would like to remind all employees that the incident involving Fiddlesticks and Lightning Dust was an isolated one, and would like to direct all further inquiries to their Incident Help Desk for an appropriately timely response.
Lightning Dust’s life has been a perpetual mess. As she struggles to put her life back together and repair her relationships, the last thing she needs is another version of herself appearing on her doorstep.
