Social Cues +5 short years and one long night

>Luna was always jealous.
>Luna was always zealous.
>Her sister Celestia was always more powerful, her life more prosperous.
>The throne in the castle she sat on was the largest one.
>The armor she wore was the brightest as it was naturally meant to be by representing the light of day.
>Anything she did was met with resounding applause, and Luna's actions fell upon deaf ears, blind eyes and numb hearts.
>No matter how hard she tried, she could not become the icon she always wanted to be.
>No legends or saviors sat on Luna's throne.
>All efforts were fruitless.
>Ever since youth, the couple of decades she had been alive.
>Alicornhood had to have been better than this, or at least give Luna enough power to restrain her searing envy.
>The strength to withhold one's anger... was one's weakness.
>Luna wished to be vocal about her shortcomings, wanted to reach out to her subjects she shared with Celestia and get some form of recognition too.
>But she was too different, sleeping during the day when everyone else was interacting, calling to war during peacetime out of some misplaced desire for glory.
>The more she tried to strengthen her reputation, she weakened it.
>Celestia didn't need to try to be loved.
>Celestia was unconditionally beloved.
>Easy to talk to, instantly understood, and had a never-ending supply of charisma before her peers.
>It's not easy for Luna to understand, through her never-ending supply of subtle pain in her soul.
>Anything Luna did, Celestia did first and better, and with less effort.
>Celestia shone her natural light, and Luna only reflected it, dim in comparison.
>Celestia was Luna's beloved sister, but Luna couldn't help but love and hate her at the same time.
>For years, Celestia's advice to become great was for Luna to just be who she is in the most honest form.
>And the alicorn Luna truly was was not going to even measure up to Celestia's glorious magnitude of her own self.
>This must have only meant one thing: Celestia was purposefully trying to stifle Luna and retain her dominance over Equestria.
>The advice Celestia gave was long accepted to be helpful advice, and it was only seen as being bitter to resist it.
>No one would think to consider that maybe some true selves of some ponies just weren't enough, and gravitating towards that just keeps them down.
>Sometimes, the only way to improve was to be like someone else.
>The ponies knew what Luna was like, those who cared enough to pay attention.
>They knew and weren't impressed, even if they denied it to be nice and respectful to their *other* ruler.
>Luna got tired of being the *other* ruler, but it never got tired of being everything about her life.
>Only getting worse as the years went on.
>Luna became more marginalized as the years went on, and was told to be herself the best she could every time she tried to voice her feelings towards her sister.
>Celestia became aloof, and busy with the more numerous tasks that took up the royal duties during the day.
>It's a good thing Celestia didn't talk to Luna as much as she did other ponies; as it would internally drive Luna mad, igniting her jealousy and making her struggle to put it back out.
>The nights were cold and lonely, and gave Luna enough thinking time to build upon her negative sentiment regarding Celestia and then the other ponies who didn't show her enough respect.
>The time alone only made Luna feel worse and worse, unhealthy isolation.
>Luna had only her own voice in her head to talk with most of the times, and her skull became an echo chamber.
>Celestia was always more popular, and got more popular just for being already popular.
>Everything Celestia did was instantly rewarded with praise and activity under the light of day, while anything Luna did vanished into the dark of the night.
>Never to be seen unless someone who didn't really care happened by chance to see something Luna did.
>They would then go back to their own interests.
>Those interests that Luna grew to hate, because they took her validation and pushed it even further from her reach.
>The more interests a passerby had, the more disinterests were added to Luna's list.
>She felt that her list of disinterests was the same size as ponies who were not interested in anything she did.
>Infuriation engulfed the Princess of the Night, and it fed upon loneliness and spite.
>Fed upon envy and in return sowed the seeds needed to plant greed into her heart.
>Any semblance of pride Luna tried to have was constantly ripped down solely by resounding silence; lack of reward for anything she did right.
>And in the other direction, her bravery grew dark with the lack of punishment for anything she did wrong.
>Her heart blackened as much as the sky she was always used to, and the sense of compassion within it lost its sense of direction and was soon lost.
>Her heart became colder than winter rain as her soul began to smolder with the hints of pain.
>After spending so much time scared and wandering through the dark, the sense of compassion within Luna's heart froze to death.
>Her demeanor deteriorated into negativity, cruelty infested her fantasies.
>Her struggle became her strength, but in a way no one would support.
>Luna had to stand on her own to get recognition, prompting the ponies to fear here if they dared not to love her.
>To prove herself to be a force to be reckoned with, and prove that she is more than nothing.
>Prove it to everyone else, so they all can prove it to her.
>So she can prove it to herself.
>Luna became resentful and bitter, rejecting who she was and trying to build something better of herself.
>Something stronger, something more resilient.
>Something more popular and successful in her royal duties.
>Something more than reflected light from someone else's greatness.
>Something that was not only different than the imitation of Celestia, but something that was different than the ruler that just wasn't enough like Celestia.
>These ponies had to have been playing tricks on her.
>First it's "be yourself" then it's "Celestia's better, anyone like her is better" then it's "you can't be like Celestia, that's not genuine" then it's "no one else be like Luna" then it's "Luna should be more like Luna" then it's "consider being nicer like everyone else despite how much frustration and angst exists in your true self" then it's back to "be yourself".
>"Be yourself, but not yourself, because you aren't good enough for the popular interest and don't measure up to the better one that went further, and also don't try to be like the better one because that's not genuine and lacks sincerity, but you're too different from the better one to be liked like them so the interest can't come to someone like yourself, but still be yourself though."
>"Hah, just don't be anything at all, that works, now everyone is happy, except you, but you don't matter even though we won't admit that because that would be mean and we're the good ones and the good ones can't be mean, you're the mean one because you're the bad one, we're not like you because we're better taught but be yourself though."
>"Don't frown upon yourself like we frown upon you behind your back, embrace yourself and stay like that self you are while we go on to enjoy better individuals you shouldn't be like."
>All of these voices in Luna's head... they were just about to make her go deaf if she didn't push them out in her own deafening screams; clustering the voices together into hers.
>They ask what's wrong, but then get skeptical when it's explained to them.
>"The problem's on your end. We're fine."
>Meanwhile, Celestia only grew more powerful along with her charisma and prosperity.
>All of Luna's emotions couldn't cope.
>Holding back got harder every day and night.
>Until one night, Luna was sure she didn't want to see the day happen again and eat the last part of her tortured soul that was left.
>She had been thinking long enough, but no one truly listened.
>A burst of energy occurred, she transformed, and all of her power sought to seize Celestia's power and assimilate it.
>Luna was inadequate, but Nightmare Moon was powerful and fit to rule.
>Nightmare Moon terrorized all the ponies, showing them their darkest sides the same way she saw hers.
>Finally, control was achieved, and they were all bowing. The dream of greatness had become a reality.
>Love was substituted with fear, and Nightmare Moon began her glorious conquest that would have its means justified in the end.
>Maybe they all would finally understand, but Celestia surely wouldn't, striking back with her greater power that had torn into a crying heart so many times before.
>Celestia tried to force Nightmare Moon to be Luna, first through those cunning and deceptive words that never helped, then by force, but Nightmare Moon wanted to be powerful Nightmare Moon, not the weak one known as Luna.
>Going back to the past was rejected to no end, and Celestia was left with no other choice.
>Luna was sent to the moon.
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>This whole story slowly starts to play over and over again in her head, as she tries to figure out what could have been done differently.
>How she could have won, how things could have gone right before the violence started, and more scenarios that never happened.
>The sky is always black here, and she is starting to get used to it.
>It's been several days by now.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
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>This whole story slowly starts to play over and over again in her head, as she tries to figure out what could have been done differently.
>How she could have won, how things could have gone right before the violence started, and more scenarios that never happened.
>The sky is always black here, and she is starting to get used to it.
>It's been several weeks by now.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Is.
>Getting.
>Repetitive.
>It can't be helped.
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>This whole story slowly starts to play over and over again in her head, as she tries to figure out what could have been done differently.
>How she could have won, how things could have gone right before the violence started, and more scenarios that never happened.
>The sky is always black here, and she is definitely used to it.
>She's not sure why she needed to get used to the sky here since she always hated the days so much.
>It's been several months by now.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>This whole story slowly starts to play over and over again in her head, as she tries to figure out what could have been done differently.
>How she could have won, how things could have gone right before the violence started, and more scenarios that never happened.
>She is used to the blackness of the sky.
>It's been several more months by now.
>The small cave is started to feel a lot more comfortable, solely due to the fact that the memories of warm beds are fading away, and the relative improvement they would be becomes more of a mystery.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>This whole story slowly starts to play over and over again in her head, as she tries to figure out what could have been done differently.
>How she could have won, how things could have gone right before the violence started, and more scenarios that never happened.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>It's definitely been a year by now. She's lucky to be an alicorn and not require to eat food to be alive.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
>But on who's end?
~
>Another year must have passed.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>Another year must have passed.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>Another year must have passed.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>Another year must have passed.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>Another year must have passed.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>At least aging doesn't need to be worried about here.
~
>Another year must have passed.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>At least aging doesn't need to be worried about here.
~
>Another year must have passed.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>At least aging doesn't need to be worried about here.
~
>Another year must have passed.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>Why do the same things keep coming to her head when there's nothing else to think about?
>Does that even make sense?
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>The sky is always black here, and she has long gotten used to it.
>Why hasn't Celestia at least checked up on her sister? Does she really still care about her? Does she trust her?
>Is there anybody out there?
>There's nothing to do here, but it has been gotten used to anyway.
>Well, there is exploring anyway.
>The moonlands aside the area around the cave are quite interesting.
~
>This place used to be scary at times, but it helps to be the scariest thing in the dark to make other things in the dark whether imaginary or not be less terrifying.
>Imagination is one's best friend now.
>It always has been.
>Look at all these new lands to be discovered! So many plains, so many valleys, craters, mountains...
>Exploring is the most interesting thing on the moon.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
~
>How many years have passed by now?
>She knows she used to count, even kept a tally on the cave wall before it got too eroded to really tell what was originally put there.
>The black sky is so beautiful here, so many stars and faint colors in the eternal night that she always wanted.
>She's the most powerful thing on the moon, nothing can challenge her here.
>But the loneliness remains; point and there's no one around.
>This is how it feels to rule over nothing.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
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>Single.
>Thing.
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>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
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~
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~
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~
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~
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~
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~
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~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
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>No.
>Point.
~
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>Repeating.
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>Thing.
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>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
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>Point.
~
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>Point.
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>Point.
~
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>Day.
>To.
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>Point.
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~
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>Day.
>To.
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~
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>Day.
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>Point.
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~
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>Thing.
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>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
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>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy :^)
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>All play and no work makes Alex a happy boy (^:
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>It's not unusual to be loved by anyone.
>It's not unusual to have fun with anyone.
>But when I see you hanging about with anyone.
>It's not unusual to see me cry, I wanna die.
>It's not unusual to go out at any time.
>But when I see you out and about it's such a crime.
>If you should ever want to be loved by anyone.
>It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say.
>You'll find it happens all the time.
>Love will never do what you want it to.
>Why can't this crazy love be mine?.
>It's not unusual to be mad with anyone.
>It's not unusual to be sad with anyone.
>But if I ever find that you've changed at anytime.
>It's not unusual to find out I'm in love with you.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Black.
>Then.
>White are.
>All I see.
>In my infancy.
>Red and yellow then came to be.
>Reaching out to me.
>Lets me see.
>As below, so above and beyond I imagine.
>Drawn beyond the lines of reason.
>Push the envelope.
>Watch it bend.
>Black.
>Then.
>White are.
>All I see.
>In my infancy.
>Red and yellow then came to be.
>Reaching out to me.
>Lets me see.
>There is.
>So.
>Much.
>More and.
>Beckons me.
>To look through to these.
>Infinite possibilities.
>As below, so above and beyond I imagine.
>Drawn beyond the lines of reason.
>Push the envelope.
>Watch it bend.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>Imagine.
>Repeating.
>Every.
>Single.
>Thing.
>Every.
>Single.
>Day.
>To.
>The.
>Point.
>Of.
>It.
>Having.
>No.
>Point.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
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>How many years have passed by now?
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>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.



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>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
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>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
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>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
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>There's nothing going on up here, it's always the same.
>A home has been made in a small nearby cave that was just discovered... sure beats wandering around.
>It's not that cozy, though.
>Celestia had to have considered by now that maybe there was a misunderstanding along the way.
>Somewhere in the memories in her life, things that she can see now that she's paying attention because of her sister's absence.
>There has to be some point in time when a fault is realized.
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
~
>How many years have passed by now?
~
>If one had to read all of the events that have happened in this place in some kind of a story or documentation, how many words, phrases, sentences, even paragraphs would have been repeated?
>She has explored all she can explore, while letting the loneliness sink in like fangs into the side of her neck.
>Her own fangs? Maybe if she has them to begin with.
>When the far side is lit up, things seem more different than before. The land is smoother. The times are easier, and she does not have to face the world that sent her here.
>There is nothing that needs to be done; everything is dark and quiet.
>Still, no word from the world has come to this home which she has built for herself long ago.
>There is still sunlight here.
>And it is being reflected off of the ground that she apparently belongs on, but she still stands on her feet on that ground.
>She still stands on her feet.
>...
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>There is a light.
>She can't decipher what the light is coming from, but she feels herself get lifted up into the light from the moon's surface, and it gently carries her back to Earth.
>Before she knows it, she is standing before a familiar face; that face belongs to Princess Celestia.
>Time is moving too quickly for Luna, everything is too past paced because she's too used to so many years going by with nothing happening.
>She is introduced to completely new ponies living in Equestria; the ones she knew before, and their children, and children's children, have all died by now.
>These new ponies are fascinated to see Luna, another alicorn princess standing before them.
>Luna cannot recall what it was about them that made them so angry at her before, but she doesn't care.
>She's been alone for so long, losing her mind on the moon and becoming used to the darkness that engulfed her.
>Seeing another pony's face is groundbreaking for her, strikes her with a tidal wave of joy and comfort.
>All of her angst had taken the longest time to wash away from her, and the loneliness took over, and Luna can see it on her sister's face that she can see it as she looks right back at her, in her on face.
>After all of these years of Luna's punishment, Celestia ends up feeling just as guilty as Luna.
>And it gets the two sisters to cry together when they are alone, having missed eachother for what might as well have been an eternity as far as they're concerned.
>But when Luna talks to her new subjects to get to know them, they can barely understand a word she is saying.
>Her dialect and vocabulary are from another time, long ago. A past era.
>Her cultural values had died out here long ago as well.
>But all she can know is that she's glad that she's seeing other living beings around her with smiles on their faces.
>Luna is lost, but she doesn't want to be found.
>All of the ponies love her for her new yet old unique self, it's groundbreaking to them just as much as they are groundbreaking to her.
>Celestia has had her share of popularity, having gotten bored of her own interactions after they remained the same for too long before they would die and make way for new ones.
>Luna's sturdy character and newfound charisma is the key to her place for happiness in life.
>She has no idea what just happened, it still feels like she suddenly came back to Earth because of how fast time seems to go for her.
>All of a sudden, it's like her dreams came true, in this pocket of time that is slowly returning to normal speed.
>And everyone loves her... without fearing her.
>All of these new friends she can start new adventures with.
>Every day is a new day now, and they only get happier and happier as Luna develops stronger connections with these new friends of hers.
>Spending late nights playing games together, joking to eachother, not needing to wish their days away when the wish has already come true.
>Attending dreamlike banquets in the sky surrounded by clouds, feasting like gods and goddesses.
>Traveling the mountains to the west and the south, flying by the rugged peaks as the sky in the background beckons them to come closer and feel the free open air.
>That moon that Luna knows so well shines brightly in the sky at night, brighter than it's even been.
>Luna likes to look up at it and smile, feeling what she's always wanted to feel. Other ponies loving her for who she is.
>She is the leader and the friend she always wanted to be, and the one they always knew they'd love.
>This section is quick, but it describes something that lasts forever.
>And last forever it does and always will.
>Going by in both an instant and an eternity. Simultaneously.
>The open plains, the vast mountains, the endless blue sky with scattered white clouds, is all the home Luna needs.
>A tear of happiness rolls down her cheek, melted ice from her thawed heart.
>And she breaks down in many of these tears one day, grateful for everything she's suddenly come across out of nowhere.
>Lune won't even question it, she's happy and that's all that is needed.