The moon was something both alien and familiar to her. She brought forth the night sky for millennia and had even been trapped within her beloved moon for nearly as long as she had been guiding it's path through space and time, yet every time she gazed up at it, she couldn't help but feel a certain detachment from it.

However, upon a rather strange incident involving a pony in a blue box, her kitchen, and a worm, she finds herself visiting her moon in a way she had never been able to before. By walking upon its surface.

It would have been possibly the best thing to ever happen to her if she hadn't learned that her moon had been hijacked and the only way to get it back was by trusting said pony in a blue box.