The beacon of life is fading, but it is only the natural cycle of all the things in this world, and it's unforgiving touch that afflicts us all. Twilight Sparkle has lived the past seven decades as a witness to life's wonders; her friends and family graced by her existence. But now, sitting at the bank of life's river, Twilight is left with only memories, memories that push the soul past the shells of morality, past the barriers of time and space. What is the end, can only set a new beginning, and with the grand finale of life, a moment recalls a serenity of hope back to the aged pony.

(A somber tale I felt I should express myself through an urge to commit to a work of my own talents.)