A "man" (if you could call him that) who has spent time before time in his study being nothing more than a helping hand for the ones who have passed. He guides the new souls or "Novi Liberi" into the void when they become lost. In an effort to comfort the ever lonely plain of existence he has taken up writing in a diary.

This is how we restart, how we get away from the past and try to patch up the future. Everything should work out but that is all up to fate. It's not all gloom and doom, sometimes the shyest and weirdest ponies need help from a complete stranger, but can you trust them?

(This will be my third released story that I will not delete. Please, feedback is always nice, good and bad.)

(Edit 1: This is why I ask for feedback, first three chapters are now improved past previous standard.)