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A peering stare as infinitely shallow as a puddle with no bottom. Some ponies have said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. What, pray tell, have those eyes seen? Will a hapless pony become entrapped and lost in those orbs, or does one dare not gaze into the abyss that stares back? (Pepper Snap, you absolute madlass. Thanks!)