Intermission Chapter: Threads

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Tell me, my little ponies, is there a meaning to it all?

This world? The lives that are a part of it? The thread that each life spins for itself as it weaves in and out with the threads of others?

Long gone are the days of harmony. When loyalty, kindness, honesty, generosity, laughter, and friendship guided ponies. When the skies shone blue, the grasses grew green, and each breath one took drew in clean air.

What darkness lurked inside our hearts to see that world torn apart? The skies blacken? The grasses wither? The air grow thick with fire and screams?

Was it always this way, and the world we knew, perhaps a dream?

Is the darkness within us our true self—the goodness and the brightness a facade? A story we tell ourselves? A gilding of our own fraying thread?

Tell me, my little ponies, is there a meaning to it all?

For if there is, I would like to know.

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