Some ponies say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, I say different, for they are windows to more than just your soul, they are the windows to your very essence, your being.

You were exploring a forest when you decided to take a rest on a tree you were nursing to health and let your mind wander, what a bad idea that turned out to be.

We have to be quiet, you do not know who I am but you will soon enough. Just. Do. Not. Move.