Journeys Through Equestria

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We sleep.

It’s quiet, really. Dark. Warm.

Water drips down to the floor. And crystals grow

The caves branch into darkness, burrowing deep underground. Here, we sleep.

We wait, here in the darkness.

The stars glimmer above, but we have no eyes to see them. The moon shines upon us, but our every breath rises, unbidden, no further than the soil below.

The great beasts crawl beneath the earth, unaware of our sleep. Yet we watch, and we wait, held back in our great castles.

The towers rise into the skies, a glimmer, a myriad of colors, waiting for their time to emerge.

Once, we were more. Once, we were great. Once, our crystals shone with the rainbows of every color in the world. Once, we did more than glow—we shone.

We fought across the land, fighting for our freedom. The shadow grew, yet we resisted. We would stay in the light. We would live.

The sun burst from over the horizon, crystal fractals breaking the morning’s light to destroy the shadow. But the shadow burst into the skies, and swallowed us up.

We fought. We cried. We raged. We hated. We loved. And with each step, we fought the shadow, waiting for Sun and Moon to save us from death.

And now we sleep.

Here.

In the darkness.

In and without shadow.

Until the end of days.

Simply.

Waiting.