The nebula hides many things, including, surprisingly, the creation of the race we now call pony. Hidden within the clouds of creation are the secrets that we should have never discovered - and secrets too dangerous to stay in our minds. For we, unlike everything else that existed on this planet, were made, not born. Our first breaths were in a laboratory instead of the primordial soup of nature.

And all these secrets lie within the nebulae. Clutched in the hand of a being long since dead.