Happy 1000 Threads, Horsefuckers!

>you've been in Equestria for a long time
>time
>it's a strange word, in a strange world
>time doesn't go by in Equestria like it does back on Earth
>magic is a hell of a drug
>for you, time was fluid
>effects preceded cause, things often looped or changed
>it was confusing
>you would have a conversation with a pony, only to realize that it never happened in this time
>or that the pony had been dead for years, and you had been talking to him or her in a temporal distortion
>you felt out of place
>out of time
>so you sat in the library, and became its statue
>you were to the library as books were to shelves
>sitting in your rocking chair, away from the chaos that was Equestrian life
>away from ponies that didn't understand you
>Twilight dealt with you well enough
>she remembered you from her stories
>stories you wrote tomorrow, and that she read as a child
>it felt like she was the only pony you could sit in silence with, and enjoy the memory of the conversation you were going to have the next day
>she always had something for you
>new books
>new stories
>she was your eyes in the outside world
>Twilight would canter towards your corner, sit on the rug at your feet, look up into your eyes, and tell you stories
>tales of friendship, of adventure, of the everyday life
>tales of her
>you sat, listening
>you never wanted it to end
>you never wanted to nod off, in your chair, only to wake up to the empty library
>a library with no more life
>no more stories
>you never wanted your heart to break, as you remember the wrinkles around her empty eyes
>how her mane turned gray, how her coat grew dull
>how cold she was
>you didn't want to see her, a fresh young filly, saying hello
>telling you how it's her first day in Ponyville
>you never wanted to say how you've been here, all along
>because she asked, on her first day, how long you'd been
"A thousand years, Twilight,"
>her bright, twinkling eyes went wide
"And a thousand more,"

The end began.