Topic: dark

Your Majesty, I write again, though I know you asked for patience. I promise I am trying. But the shadows have changed again. Not simply absent, now — When I walk through the marketplace, I see shapes where shadows be still. A pony stands at a stall, perfectly motionless, but their shadow , as if turning its head to look behind itself. ...

Envoy Ambient Waves Her Radiant Highness Princess Acallia, Zephyr Kingdom Your Highness, I believe I must amend my previous report. This morning, Ponyville seemed perfectly ordinary. The streets were lively, the weather agreeable, the ponies cheerful. I felt almost embarrassed recalling what I had written before. But by evening, the familiarity had thinned again. I can’t describe it well. There are sounds that should always be present — hooves on the road, insects at dusk, distant conversa...

I’ve read your reply again and again, trying to find comfort in your certainty... in the promise that '', that what we see are only tricks of light. But with respect, how can you say that? You wrote that you’ve “” and that we cannot rule him out. I wish that made me feel safer, but it only deepens the unease. If even you must turn to him for counsel, what are we facing? And if it truly were his doing, would it feel like this? Discord’s chaos laughs... this is silence. He breaks patterns with ...

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...