Consquences of the Rainboom (Letter #1)

To Her Royal Highness, Princess Celestia,

I write this not as a scholar, but as a witness to something I cannot reconcile with the world I thought I lived in. It began as a sound. Not thunder, but something far heavier, a noise that didn’t strike the ears, but the mind itself. The air grew still. Birds stopped mid-flight. Even the Everfree Forest fell silent. Then came the streak, a line of light so sharp it felt like the sky had been cut open. It wasn’t a rainbow. It was the death of color. The textbooks say nothing can move faster than light... that the speed of light is the universe’s ultimate rule.  That at that limit, time stops. Space folds. Matter becomes energy. But I watched Rainbow Dash surpass it. And in that instant, I realized what it means to see something the universe itself forbids. The moment she crossed that barrier, the world convulsed. Shadows inverted. The light of the sun bent backward, forming a halo around the horizon like an eye blinking shut. The pressure in my chest vanished, as though the air forgot how to exist. My own heartbeat lagged behind me. Twilight once lectured at Town Hall about the equations of relativity. She said: “To go faster than light would require infinite energy... more power than exists in all of Equestria combined.” And yet there she was. Do you know what infinite energy looks like? It looks like the sky tearing itself into spectra. Like the horizon splitting into copies of itself. Like every color you’ve ever known screaming at once before collapsing into silence. Then came the hole... We could see stars! through the sunlit sky. Not twinkling, but fixed, as if painted across glass. The light around the edges rippled, distorted, refracted through whatever that thing was just a wound in causality, a scar in the firmament. Every clock in Ponyville stopped for 0.003 seconds. We know this because they all ticked backward afterward. A few unicorns fainted from magical feedback; one poor stallion claims his reflection hasn’t been in sync since. When Dash reappeared, she wasn’t flying so much as phasing. There were two of her for a moment...one arriving, one still arriving... and they overlapped like a broken photograph before collapsing into a single shape. She laughed... Said she’d “seen tomorrow.” I don’t think she understands what she did. We’re told that causality is absolute. But I saw a pony overtake light itself. She didn’t just outrun sound, she outran the concept of being seen. I can’t sleep, Princess. Every time I close my eyes, I see that hole in the sky... that silent starfield hanging over the noon sun. I keep thinking: if she can move faster than light, faster than time, then what if she didn’t just come back from somewhere? What if she brought something with her? Your terrified subject, Ambient Waves Ponyville Observer, Amateur Spa maiden, and Unwilling Witness