Some days, when the sun sets and the moon lights the land. A little pony, hidden in the back, has a story she cries in the night. Her parents are gone, lost in time, and she was left alone. Adrift in a sea of clouds, mocked and laughed at for her shyness, she has only the worst of reasons to hold strong. For the times she cries, nopony hears her, and nopony helps, yet I listen. I've listened for years now, basically when we first met. I want to tell her how I feel but...she's hurting bad enough. I fear that this shy, withheld pony will never know how I feel or get over her pain. Yet I hope, someday, when it's right, I'll tell her, and I'll help her.

I woke up in my cell again, the magic barrier prevents me from experiencing anything beyond the confines of my cell. My only contact with the outside world is the occasional visit from the doctor. I'm not crazy, not mad or insane, I'm just a test subject. My name is subject 7, the tests done on me are excruciating and almost kill me, but something deep inside me burns. A fire that tells me to live on for one day I will be free.....and that day came sooner then I thought.

It's been a long day, everyone sees me smiling and running home not a care in the world....but between us, I'm sad. I...have lost everything except my music, my emotions have been poured into every song and no one seems to hear it, no one feels it. I cry at home some nights, sometimes during the day when no one is looking, but it's all good...she'll come back........I'm sorry Octavia, so so sorry.