It takes all kinds to make a rainbow. There are the Greens, Blues, Pinks, Oranges, Whites, and through some sick twist of fate, the Reds; all colors faded and in the dark. Each lives within a sector, each sector a part of the greater whole that lies buried beneath the mountain. Different races, personalities, emotions, beliefs all melded together, their colors bleeding and mixing into one and only one.

They are kept separate and dissuaded from finding their way into neighboring districts. After years of outcasts, those who are different and struggle to fit in, a certain singularity has been reached. Each pony thinks and feels the same as the other. There are little differences to residents aside from a hint of personality from any given individual at any given time. Constant, everyday conditioning has lead to a different flavor of life within each district. Reds take part in war seminars, train incessantly with blades, spears, hooves. Blues live in sadness and constant fear of the Reds, reminded everyday that their cruel crimson neighbors will show no mercy when the coming event known as the "Contrast," occurs.

Life is simple: stay in your district. Do not try and breach any storm door into other districts. The merging is on the horizon. You are safe now. And I love you all, so, so much, my little ponies…