In the midst of Equestria's Industrial Revolution, the Chancellor of Manehattan takes a long walk through the city he helped shape.

Truth is a delicate object, one often hidden for fear that is can cause untold worry and misery. But when you discover a truth that contradicts all you know, all that everyone knows, do you dare tell it? Even if you know the pain you will cause?

Even those whose roiling warmth keeps ponies together still feel the cold and the misplacement when doors are closed, and their own principles fight against them.

A narative poem about love, the night, and the lack recognition it receives.