There are certain boundaries behind which we live. These boundaries come in many forms, and they come in numbers that cannot be counted. We do not breach these boundaries. We let them be. We do not know why exactly they are there or why they come from, but what lays behind them is unutterable.

Sometimes, however, our prying and our calling calls these things just within range. These things whose dæmonic scratchings and shiftings we sometimes faintly detect at the outermost brink of space. These actions often cause the natural decaying of the weaves of reality to accelerate ever so slightly and to finally become unraveled, the cosmic threads discarded on the black floor of the Void.

Then there is no hope.

So this is my attempt at spicing up this site with some Lovecraftian goodness. Fans of cosmic indifference, Elder Gods and endless doom and gloom, come hither and bestow this great gift upon thine eyes and minds!

Another thing worth mentioning: this story adds a secret, underlying arc to the one that we all know and love among the first season. This is before Twilight becomes a Princess and a lot of it takes place before she even moves to Ponyville.

Rated mature for overall darkness and macabre elements.

So read on, my beautiful minions!