Ytak reads. A lot. Probably spends too much time reading. Or that sentence blasphemous?
I am everything you've ever feared, disguised as a derpy little pony.
I'll help heal you, please just keep fighting you can count on me! As I a prince I can't give up when everyone is counting on me to assist you.
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
"Burninating the countryside... burninating the peasants... burninating all the peoples... and their thatched-roof COTTAGES! THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!! And the Trogdor comes in the NIIIIGHT!!!"
The window through which we perceive life is what defines our experience of it. We are only aware of a small fraction of what our senses pick up. We can all choose how we see the world.