Cloudsdale is an old city, filled with ruins and ancient architecture.

Some of it is kept in good condition for historical purposes. Some of it isn't

Ponies will sometimes walk by and wonder "why was that left to crumble like this?"

None of them want to know the answer.

What happened to the descriptor? I don't know! It disappeared and was replaced by my name for some reason.

Anyway this is my first story ever, criticism is welcomed/demanded, please enjoy/be disturbed and other such things.