The ego of King Sombra knows no bounds. One morning, he looks over his domain, bristling with pride, with impossible confidence. But then, he sees something that makes his facade of power and control seem to shatter.
Those who dream often dream of things that have no order, and yet make their own Harmony out of what should be Chaos. One night, Rumble has such a dream, of a strange beach at in a strange city, and a strange filly who tells him the strangest things.
