It has been... four years since my return during the Summer Sun Celebration and my subsequent defeat the self same day. I woke up to find myself wandering the plane between the living and the dead, unable to cross over and unable to return and seek my vengeance on the ponies that sent me here.
Yet... I find this time here in limbo most informative as I watch the living go about their lives and I discover I can still enter the dreams of those who sleep. Their screams are some reprieve from my situation but for the fourth time I see Hearth's Warming I find myself feeling something... a feeling I can not stand as it makes me reconsider my standing and my goals.