Consquences of the Rainboom (Letter #2)

To Her Majesty Princess Celestia, I know everypony is tired of hearing about “the Dash Event,” but I can’t stop thinking about what I saw tonight. Nothing spectacular happened...no lights, no thunder...just a feeling that the world has started to slip. It began at Sugarcube Corner. I stopped by after dusk; the lamps inside were warm and steady, the air smelled of cinnamon. Pinkie handed me a slice of cake and said, “Morning’s almost here!” I laughed because it was clearly past eight in the evening. But when I glanced at the display case, the glass didn’t show the shop as it was. Inside, it was night... lamplight, shadows, Pinkie humming. Yet in the reflection, morning sunlight streamed through the same windows. The same shelves, the same counter, but lit by a bright, early light that didn’t exist anywhere else. Just for a heartbeat. Then the glass went back to normal, and everything looked perfectly ordinary again. The air’s quieter, too. Sounds don’t echo quite right. Hooves click once less than they should. And Twilight… she swears everything is stable, but I caught her staring at a spoon’s surface as though waiting for it to move on its own. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just nerves, or the storm in the upper atmosphere she keeps mentioning. Still, I keep the curtains drawn now. I’d rather not see another morning that isn’t ours. Respectfully, Ambient Waves